Oneonta Gorge

Photo credit: Gavin Hardcastle, 2013 Man//Women. The torrents of an un-captured soul and the hope that one day he will leave behind the ways of the past to find rhythm and depth.

Forged into a distant place near the canyon edge the whisper of reverence speaks to my soul. The depth within this once smooth ground bares the illusive cohesion of water with earth. Imprinted along its path, flowing with ease, held but not confined its freedom left its mark. The landscape offered, willingly molded beneath its rush; capturing the elements of earth before washing them away. Revealing the layered beauty contained within, yet, a chasm it creates. For the river is only a parcel of the ocean from which it came with depth left only in its path. The spirited torrents abound in zeal but fall short in the rhythmic peace. Gazing beyond the dissented beauty, thine eyes find solace in the merging sky. Wandering along the uneven horizon the evanescent clouds morph like thoughts as they emerge and fade away. Yielding not to my own understanding but guided by the heart’s true yearning I am taken by the flow. Swept to a place along the distant verge, where the river greets the ocean. With fortress walls left behind, the torrent evolves into wave as the river becomes one with its master. Humbly releasing its once fervent path to find what was so desperately desired. Beauty. Rhythm. Depth. Soul.