transition

Here I am

scanning the stars

searching for home.

I shall be

 returning quietly

to a lifetime

I've longed for.

ONG SOHUNG, Creator, I am Thou!

-Tarhata, 
July 31, 2013 2:50 am

Ephemerae

No one discovers

just where we've been, 

when we're caught up again

into our own sphere (where we must

return, indeed, to evolve our destinies)

--but we have changed, a little. 

Denise Levertov,  Sojourns in the Parallel World

Beauty

Photograph: Tarhata Estacaan, "The Real", December 2012

Among the grasses,

An unknown flower

Blooming white.

―Zen Haiku

Form is Certainty

Form is certainty.

All nature knows this, and we have no greater adviser. Clouds have forms, porous and shape-shifting, bumptious, fleecy. They are what clouds need to be, to be clouds. See a flock of them come on, on the sled of the wind, all kneeling above the blue sea.

And in the blue water, see the dolphin built to leap, the sea mouse skittering, see the ropy kelp with its air-filled bladders tugging it upward; see the albatross floating day after day on its three-jointed wings. Each form sets a tone, enables a destiny, strikes a note in the universe unlike any other. How can we ever stop looking? How can we ever turn away?

-Mary Oliver