Seeds

California Koan

 

I lay on that rock

 

feeling the sun on my face

 

as the ponderosa climbed in perspective 

 

I listened to the wind run

 

through its branches

 

a stirring of chance

 

a cone fell to the ground

 

in that moment

 

a beginning

Reviews

[Quinn Blackburn]

Gorgeous! This piece brought back the memory of the overwhelming scent of ponderosas in the California sun... the blazing summer sky seen through those gently sighing boughs... wonderful wordcrafting, feels like a moment ripe with potential. well done, Robin!

[paul]

haha... beautiful

[pheasant]

this piece brings a freshness at the end, with a beginning... leaves one with the feeling of making a fresh start... cool!

[howlfjdks]

So much said is such little words.

[G. K. Bostic]

You've written this so beautifully I find myself longing to go to this precious place to experience it myself. Thank you for sharing the witnessing of such a moment.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

incredible imagery

[Lilly Negoi]

:) ahhh, dear friend...everything needs seeds...:)...

[FireWoman]

Opening the spiritual pores to drink it all in. A reminiscent melody of Zen.

[Tommy]

Sun bathing, basking in the light, perceptions honed and in tune to the spirit. I wonder if that cone was thinking, "I fell, so I could grow."

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

rapturous genesis of so many layers~ the poignancy is overwhelming~ the imagery breathtaking~