Five Senses

Now my five senses
gather into a meaning
all acts, all presences;
and as a lily gathers
the elements together,
in me this dark and shining,
that stillness and that moving,
these shapes that spring from nothing,
become a rhythm that dances,
a pure design.

Wave Break

California Poppy

Grasses

Seeker

While I’m in my five senses
they send me spinning
all sounds and silences,
all shape and colour
as thread for that weaver,
whose web within me growing
follows beyond my knowing
some pattern sprung from nothing-
a rhythm that dances
and is not mine.

~Judith Wright

Vigilant

Trees

Kids

Sutro Reflection

“Always seeing something, never seeing nothing, being photographer” 

~Walter De Mulder