Standing tall in loneliness

Art is everywhere. Also (of course) in Nature. Here is a lone shrub standing on a knoll looking very much like a flamingo (to me). 😊😊

Out of Place

I am

I am sky; absent clouds shifting,
Bright dusk arising or descending,
Roaring quietly, but deeply and eternally
Unstable.
Birthing stars from darkness and
Obscuring galaxies into oblivion.
Like a sea of torrential consciousness
My awareness is illuminated by death.
I am emptiness; inhabiting;
Without space for nothing,
Everything.

I am; availability; the taking
And making of matters,
A steeply elusive discus
Releasing at the precise millisecond
Of maximum thrust.

I am; a consistently integrated ambition,
clustering unlimited sub-selves
With a secret objective.

I am; impossible opportunity,
Bright darkness burning,
A moonlit sun and wind;
Unmoving wind tearing holes
In the moving of space.

I am; vision; reinvigorated
By the opposition, I spread through
Shallow eternity,
Spinning slowly, enfolding
In art, biology, science.

I am; the invisible you,
The nothing and everything
In all.

In which the soul abides

Somewhere between the comings and goings of
the anarchical dominions of the modern mind
Lies an unexplored kingdom of old-fashioned slowness
In which the soul abides.

Immaculate

This photo is a part of a series of Art photos. I took it in Norway.