Archive for August 2013

Taking a Breather   Leave a comment


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Held by heaven’s mist
Grand Mogul abandons his
long-buried burdens

Posted August 30, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Wild Harvest   Leave a comment

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wild currants filled up
with sunshine, mesmerized squirrels
lost in the sweetness

Posted August 28, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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On the Journey   Leave a comment

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Lit inside and out
Perched on skin of a bubble
Smilin’ and afloat

Posted August 22, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Transformation   Leave a comment

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Craters of the Moon

Lava juxtaposed with life, a trance-forming place:

pocky rock yielding fluorescent lichen,

giving way to buckwheat florescence.

Every eon granting a carefree kaleidoscope,

unhurried offspring of elemental Earth.

 

 

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Posted August 19, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Presence   4 comments

A serious spattering of wildfires has singed a loose comma around our community, good fortune and high ridges holding us safe for now. Yet fire has taken residence in our news and uncertainties; heavy smoke fills the mountain valleys, concealing nearby slopes and peaks. And we know that this infectious arrhythmia in the stunning heart of Idaho is but a smidgen of a bigger story:  the West has been over-punctuated by scorching flames for weeks—the ending’s not yet in sight.

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Views like this one are commonplace wherever wildfires exhale their ashy haze. The caption depends on the beholder: Glowing Ornament . . .Eerie Orb . . . or Ojo del Diablo?

Posted August 16, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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August Messenger   Leave a comment

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Young gentian trumpet

Foreshadowing summer’s flight

Revelry of blues

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Posted August 12, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Crystal and Silk   Leave a comment

Same rush of creek,  just different blinks of shutter speed.

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Our judgements, don’t they also hang on arbitrary hinge of time

barely attached, glancing off gold to lead?

What’s called for is a slower blink,

saturated moment fully emptied, imbued by silken instant

of eternal Now, the receptive chalice where everything dwells.

Posted August 8, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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