Sunday, January 3, 2016

In a handful of ocen water

Photo: Heather Williams, Sanibel Island, FL

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience
That all existence
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.
In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned
Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons
And of course are becoming extremely sweet
And wild.
In a handful of the sky and earth,
In a handful of God,
We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.
True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.
~Hafiz

Dancing Eyes

Photo: Heather Williams (Eagle Creek Park, Indianapolis, IN)



This
Union you want
With the earth and sky,
This union we all need with love,
A golden wing from God's heart just
Touched the ground,
Now
Step upon it
With your brave sun-vows
and help our eyes
to
Dance!

~ Hafiz

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Sunset Bliss

Photo: Heather Williams, Eagle Creek Park


Even
After
All this time
the Sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky.


~Hafiz


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Smile




Photo: Heather Williams: Fletcher Place, Indianapolis, IN

Look up.
Chin up Charlie.
Turn that frown upside down.
Smile
and the Dogwood might smile back :)






Imaginary Paintbrush

(Photo: Heather Williams Eagle Creek Park, Indianapolis, IN)

For my soul
my soul
my soul
imaginary
paintbrush
watercolor
canvas
brought
to life
by water
by a sunset
reflection of
beauty
For my soul
my soul
my soul
imaginary
artist
me



Stillness Won: Forever was Found

(Photo: Heather Williams: Fort Ben State Park, Indianapolis, IN)

For a moment
stillness
won and we
found
forever
in
time.

Radiant Beam of Light (Death Might be a Blue Fuzz Dream)

(Photo: Heather Williams, San Francisco, CA)

Death
Might
Be
A
Blue
Fuzz
Dream

Returning
To
A
Radiant
Beam
Of
Light
Splitting
The
Wave

In which
We cannot
Escape.