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Post by Lion~* » December 27, 2009, 2:43 pm

Today nothing moves but the sun across a pale blue sky. Frosted berries hand forlorn from drooping branches. No birds flit in and out to gulp down the icy cold globes. Long tentacles of barren veins shiver in ice stockings that gleam and shoot off precious crystal beams. The ground, it is barely covered in a skimpy serving of snowflakes. Some trees stand stark in naked beauty. Even more hold out their multi arms to capture the fine licks of sunlight. Lakes are half frozen and tease the still present flocks of geese to stay longer in this northern hiatus! And dressed in blinding white, families of trumpeter swans celebrate their year end festivities with joy-filled music as they glide majestically upon the buoyant water.

What is it like where you are? What do you see outside your window? On your walk through the park? Or as you ski down the mountainside?

A beautiful day to you!
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Post by mwzephyr » December 27, 2009, 4:53 pm

I see the night sky
and the wishes made by children upon the stars tonight.
I see the streetlamps glowing above the snow.
I see the tire ruts in the snow filled roads that lead into the quiet blanket of the night.
I see the dreams of the sleeping world whirl in the snowflakes that pass my car on the lonely road.
I see that all of us journey to destinations hidden from our sight but clung to in our hearts.
I see hope shining on moon beams between the clouds across the snow.
I see the hand of God beckoning us notice.
I see God patiently wait for us to emerge from our serious thoughts and discover the simple wonders and joys of life.
I see love blanketing the world in a snowy embrace.
I see all this in the snowflakes tonight
as I travel through light and darkness on my way home through snow covered roads
heavy in the shroud of silence...
That is what I see.
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Post by Sparky » December 29, 2009, 4:14 pm

What do I see when I look out my window?...

I see distant hills covered with sand, where only the wind and the sun stir the soil, but where once men, in search of gold, traveled on burro or horseback to find an elusive dream. Chinese burial urns are said to have been placed on the top of the bluff outside my east window. Farmers chasing cows on horseback have told stories of them, I only hope they didn't disturb them. I see empty spanse of desert and quiet, where God can be heard more clearly with no competing noise or voices to disturb the mind.

At night I see stillness and a sky full of stars. Stars that are clear to view in the absense of man-made light. When you stare into the distance, you can sense eternity. I see peace. I see life where one still doesn't need to lock one's door at night.

In the morning, outside my window I can hear the call of the Mourning Dove and I feel as if I've awakend to Heaven.

It's all in the perception. I can look out my window and see visions as above, or, with a different attitude see lonliness and isolation. I choose the former. It's a much sunnier view. :-)
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows.

~ Helen Keller

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Post by Lion~* » January 5, 2010, 9:37 pm

Tonight ... night drowns amidst the heaviness that seeps down from heaven’s frozen exhale. Blackness infiltrates the bark of the giant white pines and grips the twisted weeping willow leaning hard in despair… one more inch and it will SsssnaP! Invisible fairies skate with precision designs upon windshields. How their tiny heads will droop in disappointment with morning light as motors rev to life and wipers remove their artistry. They dance this very moment along clotheslines hanging up gleaming gems that will cascade prism lights when sunshine awakes to caresses away the dull low clouds. Squirrels curl into tight balls of fur with their tails and lashes touching within their snug dens knit from the cedars warm brown skin. An old owl voices his disapproval as mice skitter in under snow tunnels. His belly gurgles with the tepid snow that melted when he gulped.

I wonder if above the invisible stars they are diagramming out a story for tomorrow… a life saved with the grip of a mother’s hand… a smile found in the crinkled corners of a woman breathing her last… $5 found by one with a hungry belly.

Some take night for sleeping. I am awakened to the creativity of such solemn hours. The day is filled with beauty and the night carries it all to the break of dawn. I can feel the hoar frost grow on the barren branches as if wool on the back of sheep. Encasing everything possible in mossy white fringe. In unison my mind covers memories frozen in time. Back to vital existence come faces and voices. Within the lengthening icicles I see the reflection of happenings suspended there as if a second never left. What hour will my weary eyes close? Just like plunging temperature, my soul’s thermometer also takes my breath away.

Tonight…I will lay upon the black edge of the cloud and roll into the center.

Good Night to (((All)))
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Post by mwzephyr » February 6, 2010, 6:33 am

What I see through my window now…
Desert Window

The dawn’s light drips into this my desert.

Sensing my thirst, like rain waters from a gutter it spills more rapidly into view. The sun rises to the violin hum of the air warming above the sand. Birds start to circle and flit about and the insects buzz in accompaniment.

Kangaroo rats and rabbits take in the view and make haste, snatching anything they can for later consumption.
I sit watching unobserved in the shadow of a rock overhang. It provides me a scarce and meager shelter from the heat. The hum of the rising heat accompanies the scattered clouds as they move across the skies like lonely spirits seeking shelter…

The heat is intense now as is the violin hum; it is insistent and all sounds seem to be amplified. Even light itself is affected by the heat as the horizon appears to shimmer and dance. I squint to see into the distance.

Point and counterpoint…

The traverse of the sun across the swept stage of the skies is now drawing long shadows before my eyes
and the day drops suddenly into nothingness
and night has fallen, silencing all.

Then as if by magic the wind arrives
and the temperature falls.
I am tempted to start a fire,
but my sleeping bag will keep me warm.
Zipped in it I become simply another rock,
but one with eyes.

The tapestry of the sky goes from velvet black spotted with a bracelet of stars and is edged by azure, violet and blue at the western edge of the horizon’s canopy.

The galaxy lies open before my eyes;
the wonder of it all, dances just beyond my reach.
It swallows up the desert, the night,
and shows itself to be an oasis,
a garden between the abyss and the chaos.
I am only one of its pearls strung together with other souls unseen
in a sea of love and emotion this side of heaven.
We are manifest thought, into blood, flesh and sensuality,
observed, measured and calculated by being,
to be translated back into the whole of the creation; love and experience intact.
Lessons in manifestation learned, creativity honed,
imagination stretched a thousand-fold,
not unlike the stars and galaxies
that fill the great spaces of the mind of God…

We are the blood pumping through God’s veins.
Our thoughts are also God’s thoughts.
All our success and pleasure, shame, toil, pain
and sacrifice lent unto the ultimate love
for the creation constantly expanding,
constantly in progress of self-reinvention.

My soul is my pen upon this backdrop.
My words, thoughts, desires
are only facets of my facility to create.
My legacy shall be the lasting impressions
I make upon the movement of the souls of other men…
My name shall be forgotten amongst the stars
but my love
and my vision shall have a place in the heavens.
My story thus written shall be remembered,
even as I am forgotten and this is as it should be.

The word, the intent remembered. The channel to be forgotten.
We see the river flowing through the landscape;
we do not see the landscape flowing between the rivers.

We be but a channel, a rivulet,
perhaps just a drop in the river of creation.
We do not need recognition;
for though we see the river ever moving towards a horizon,
we shall never see touch the horizon
unless we let ourselves re-enter the river
and flow once again with its sacred current.
When the river reaches confluence
with the heavenly ocean,
we will once again be pure energy
and thought and light and love.

Separated no more from that from which we were birthed,
and from which we shall never be separated again.
This is us become Heaven.

So for now I await the dawn to trickle back to me
and illuminate my world.
This is what I see out of my window.
This is what I am. This is where I am going.
My name matters not for you shall know me by my thoughts,
by my words, deeds
but mostly for my love.

Now again I see dawn’s light dripping into my desert
and it spills into my window and I live again.
I live again.

I am the sparrow riding the midwest zephyr;
fly with me, and I shall fly with you also…

~David
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Post by Lion~* » February 9, 2010, 3:03 pm

The Sun has put on a long flowing robe of light gray. The hemlock, cedars and pine tremble in their shimmering coats of frost. Ash berries hang low on branches offering up their frozen pulp as sacrifice to the open beaked Magpies. Long tendriled veins of barren vine quake as chickadees clutch their tiny claws in a cinch knot around the reddish lifeline. In between the whole Earth holds it's breath.


Thanks Barbie and David for expressing what you see... I enjoyed your writings.

love Lion~*WritingTheDesignOutsidePaw
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Follow your honest convictions, and stay strong. - William Thackeray

The bottom line, especially for my character,
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Post by Lion~* » March 29, 2010, 1:34 am

Tonight...Full Moonlight filters through clouds that seem to be pushed along by a hurried hand. A tremendous blood ring eminates out from the heart of the moon... Stunning! Absolutely stunning! Cloud in the shape of a person holding out a lamp strolls across the moon's visage... and stumbles off into the dark toward eastern stars. I shut out the lights and just gaze at the moon's journey towards the next range of mountains that will swallow it up whole from my view! I wish it would take me wandering off to another side of the world!
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart...William Wordsworth

Follow your honest convictions, and stay strong. - William Thackeray

The bottom line, especially for my character,
is the issue of unconditional love.”
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Post by mwzephyr » October 29, 2012, 5:01 pm

Looking out my windows tonight,
I see the waves rising
and the wind whipping the clouds into a frenzy.
I have heard of a tall ships sunk before such storms,
and recognise that I do not remember seeing such fury
cross between the gaze of the moon
and the souls that live here below.

I see optimism rushing hand-in-hand
with the wind under the dark clouds,
but I do not know if it will find a safe place to touch down.

Everywhere these days,
it seems the dove and the sparrow have no place to alight,
no safe place to to make a nest upon.
Even the hawks and owls remain out of sight.

The mood of the people is expectant,
fear does not seem to rule the day,
but few have found a path
that has more than temporary promise.
It seems as if our sphere is doing battle,
and I am not sure whom with...
It is reaching for the future as we are
and the stretch seems to be pulling her apart.

The storm is moments from being upon us,
and our hopes seem ripped from our hearts,
sent to an unknown destiny.
Expectant that our voices will be heard,
we wait to see when the results are posted,
uncertain what we will do our dreams are denied again.

The signs are in the heavens say some
and others predict a gloomy end,
but as long as my body has a breath,
I will continue to look for the light at the end of this stormy tunnel, seeking out the rainbow at the end.

This is what I see through my window
as I prepare to ride out the storm,
my candle lit and my prayers at my lips...

~Zep

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Post by Lion~* » October 29, 2012, 5:39 pm

Your write wells my eyes with tears that flood faster the second read than the first... I know you write of the hurricane sweeping up the Atlantic Coast this frightful night..... but the parallel walk of emotion in this life. The circumstances that fill in around each syllable you wrote. It's about the Storm.... but it captures so perfectly another storm I know intimately.

Your talent is a rich gift and I am very thankful you've stayed and share your unique blessing upon the Peak!
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart...William Wordsworth

Follow your honest convictions, and stay strong. - William Thackeray

The bottom line, especially for my character,
is the issue of unconditional love.”
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Post by mwzephyr » December 11, 2012, 4:00 pm

What I see out my window tonight...

Emptiness....

As I meander slowly across the seas of grass towards the sunset,
I come across a large stand of trees in the midst of the prairie.
In the fading light they look like a tribe of refugees lost in this grass desert.
Loosely spaced about my campground like disenfranchised souls with stragglers trailing up over the ridge, their parched brown silhouettes sharply contrast the dull gold grass that engulfs them.
I pitch my tent and wonder what conflict they have fled.
The stars that will soon come out to haunt and watch this travail of life
won’t talk to me,
but only amongst themselves,
and then only in a whisper.
I can only guess what memories simmer amongst them...

Sometimes I feel just like them and I chose not to let go of my secrets.
I have forgotten why I started this journey and why I left my home...
I am lost under this big tent sky.
Just past the milky way the rain finally comes in a slow steady drizzle
and the drops find their own rhythm,
sounding to my ears like blues finger picking patterns
on an old acoustic guitar.

All the demagogues of the world
can’t touch me tonight
as I am absorbed into the lesson this night teaches.
Tonight I am left alone with the wild jackalopes
and together we will howl at the moon
and watch the ghosts of the past dance
in the smoke from the remains of my fire.

I am dry but my spirit is soddened
from the tears shed at memories long forgotten.
I am a survivor,
but I have forgotten what it was I survived.
As my tent flap provides only a window into emptiness,
I forgive the emptiness,
then so surrender to sleep,
and dream,
dreamlessly.

~Zep

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