Mists through these canyons
Flute playing ghosts echoing
As life continues
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
An early morning meditation
The doom of choosing
I’m afraid of being wrong
Predawn tree’s stillness
Waking Early To Rain
Rain marching downwards
Gravity’s relentless draw
Early morning thoughts
Hummingbirds, Life, Death
I watch a hummingbird
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Seeing the Birds of Spring
Compassion and grace
Linked together as they loop
Spring’s birds appearing
This Day Begins: A Haiku
Sunlight’s holding back
Eastern mountains soon will glow
As this day begins
Please See Your Beauty
Please see your beauty
Grace flowing fast from your soul
With the snow falling
Do you hear the Oran Mor?
A song in emptiness
So beautiful
Demanding a response
Tones bouncing
Stars flicker forth
Atoms, elements born
Motion, energy,
Life
Learn more about the Oran Nor here.
LISTENING To Music
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
A Reflection Upon Rage
In the face of rage
We need to face each other
The birds sing for all
With so much rage, how do we grow and nurture, especially the “others”?