Posts tagged Hocking Hills
Posts tagged Hocking Hills
“Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film. Your bright eyes and easy smile is your museum.” ― Ansel Adams
To always be grateful for the opportunity to express the heart’s intent through a creative medium - no matter what that medium may be. What’s important is to base that intent in the courage of honesty and in a love for life.
“Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” ― John Muir
“What you seek is seeking you.” ― Rumi
To catch the morning light. April at The Inn at Cedar Falls, Hocking Hills, Ohio
Simple Gifts. In art, love and life. The beautiful execution of a simple concept. To live and create with intent and gratitude.
Set a steady heart against the headwinds and stay true to your course. Battered and bruised, set it on course again, and again. What is true will carry it through.
April moonrise and moonlit mist in the hollow. Hocking Hills, Ohio.
Energy Flow by Jim Crotty on Flickr.
In Your dwelling place. The heart will always take you there.
“Do anything, but let it produce joy.” - Walt Whitman
The opportunity to try again. Always thankful.
Memory, like a root in darkness,
piercing light with its stem has found me.
Ordering my world like architecture of feelings
bound to you,
held for you as shields of hope.
In the dispersion of love,
has been our call
answered in the sweetest caress
two can share.
And you wonder if ecstasy will diminish us
like rain the sun or
wind the calm.
When we know one another
in the deepest channel of our hearts
we can only utter one word
cast from this stone’s mind: forever.
When winter calls my name
in the highest desert of light,
I will not despair because I know you
in the deepest channel of my heart
where I understand the word, forever.
Instantly healed by your caressing lips
that unmasks all that has tortured me.
The panting of mouths
tired but astir in passion’s flame
can only cease when I have entered you
I carry you in this flame,
emerald-colored from my dreams of you
beneath the trees within
where your beauty consumed the sun
and snared my soul so completely.
I cannot truly know you apart
from a throne.
Spirits made to shine beyond the din
of boorish poets
that strike flint below water and cry without passion.
I have known you forever
in lonely streets
and the thundered plain.
In wilted villages and cool mountain terraces.
I have watched all of you
torn open to me speaking like a river
that moves on forever.
And I have waited
like the greedy mouth of an ocean
drawing you nearer to my lips
so I can know you forever
as you empty into me abandoned of all fear.
Winter peace #hockinghills hocking+hills