The Universe Whispers

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a whisper
breathed in
just the
right spot
 
where
shoots spring
from the warm,
dense forest
floor,
 
where drying
crackling
leaves sway
in the thin
mountain air,
 
where
the mother
ends and
the child
begins,
 
will echo
from here
to eternity
 
will reverberate
as forcefully
as a thousand
songs
 
will tell the
only stories
we need
to know. – TS
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The Gold of Day {Poem}

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I edge closer to the

Small leaves turning

Autumn red

And dive in

Entranced by the

Velveteen richness,

Become swallowed until

I emerge bounding

On the other side,

Deep in the Himalayan forests,

Among the tall, thin saplings

Where the white fox dog

Has been waiting

For our return,

And leaps over

Panting his joyous breaths

And we sit, side by side,

On the slope of the

Forest mountain

The moist earth our cushion

Watching the sun trickle down

A slow fractal descent

In the gold of day

– Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. Day 15.

My Street Japan. DAY 15. Tammy T. Stone

My Street Japan. DAY 15. Tammy T. Stone

“Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer. Leopards, cobras, monkeys, rivers and trees; they all served as my teachers when I lived as a wanderer in the Himalayan foothills.” – Radhanath Swami

I no longer live in the Himalayas (though I dream of returning), and my mind is definitely not as consistently peaceful as I’d like it to be, but I am still a wanderer at heart, and I love hearing this tree speaking down the road from where I live.
This tree reminds me of Big Bird! This, in turn, reminds me of my childhood, which sits amid such different colours from the ones that surround me now.
Doesn’t the tree look so alive, a spirit peeking out from behind the building, knowing how much we need it, dancing in full regalia, a gown trailing the ground in subtle, but powerful motion?

The pylons only offset the stunning beauty of a natural green …

Come Find Me. {Poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

 

I’m honoured that this poem was recently published in the amazing Camel Saloon!

 

Come Find Me

Come find me,
The world depends on it.
Meet me at the stepped rock
You know the one
Atop Pure Land Mountain.
You say you haven’t heard
Windhorses rustling in holy height
I say, find your way to
Remembrance.
The air is so thin up there
That skin and bones fall away
Leaving everything we need,
The space between us.