Within the circles of our lives

we dance the circles of the years,

the circles of the seasons

within the circle of the years,

the cycles of the moon

within the cycles of the seasons,

the circles of our reasons

within the cycles of the moon.

Again, again we come and go

changed, changing. Hands

join, union in love and fear,

grief and joy. The circles turn,

yeah giving into each, into all.

Only music keeps us here,

each by all the others held. 

In the hold of hands and eyes

we turn in pairs, that joining

joining each to all again.

And then we turn aside, alone,

out of the sunlight gone

into the darker circles of return.

Windell Berry

Views from the Placitas Open Space 

 Finn and Sophie

11.19.23

11.26.23

11.26.23

 

...May hills lean toward you,

Hills and windswept mountains, 

and trees be happy

That have seen you pass-...

Donald Jeffrey Hayes

A fall walk in the Jemez Mountains...
a fine way to celebrate a large number birthday!

 

FALL / HARVEST

One leaf left on a branch

and not a sound of sadness

or despair. One leaf left

on a branch and no unhappiness..

One leaf left all by itself

in the air ad it does not speak

of loneliness or death.

One leaf and it spends itself

in swaying mildly in the breeze.......

David Ignatow

 

Annular Eclipse 

Everywhere

 

HARVEST MOON 

 

ACOG 

Bill Gilbert

Ceramics

9.23.23

 

Empty handed I entered the world

Barefoot I leave it.

My coming, my going-

Two simple things happenings

That got entangled.

Kozan Ichikyo

2.12.1360

Giant desert 4 o'clocks greeting the day