the intersection
of tree
and sky,
the lines
they paint
across pale blue horizons
while two black specks of bird chase each other.
***
Truth,
expanding over snow-dipped houses–
it will never be found beneath my pen.
***
the earth knows things my mind cannot see.
***
but I can still sit back,
exhale,
and soak in the view:
a single, conscious moment in the universe.
February 6, 2016
Reaching Joy 
Thanks so much :)!
Oh I love the picture, it fits the text well!
Thanks so much, Michael. I’m thankful for your comment and the common ground you describe…never being able to fully capture truth, but still pointing towards its existence. It’s a wonderful way of putting it. Have a great week, RJ
I loved this piece, RJ. I can’t help but quote this line,
“Truth,
expanding over snow-dipped houses–
it will never be found beneath my pen.”
That really spoke to me– about the way we can see it all around us, but never quite recreate it in our lines. And yet, it’s enough to reveal its existence, even if we can never fully capture what it is in our offerings. You revealed it beautifully here…
Peace
Michael
❤️ much love and thanks!
So incredibly beautiful!
Thank you so much! ❤️
Wonderful 🙂
❤️😌🤗 thanks so much!
Of course! I should credit Google for the picture, though haha. I was very happy to find it.
Wow!! Sooo beautiful!! 💖😊💖😊💖😊
This is such a perfect picture. Thanks for sharing!