Leaving it be, letting be what is; here I remain even as I falter
A precious something that dwells within this thinking heart
Across the field and around, the Elk pass by unseen as they do
Their traces left as gifts of recognition, frozen breath, and praise
A precious something that dwells within this thinking heart
The threads that tie and connect within this weaving incomparable
Their traces left as gifts of recognition, frozen breath, and praise
I hear the song of the Waters held deep within both cold and time
The threads that tie and connect within this weaving incomparable
Flush out the colors from where they reside and wait, wait and reside
I hear the song of the Waters held deep within both cold and time
What is listening, what is singing and how do these footsteps continue on?
Flush out the colors from where they reside and wait, wait and reside
Smelling, tasting, seeing, inner eye reflecting, feeling beyond, touching
What is listening, what is singing and how do these footsteps continue on?
Bones and the blood are agents of these: time, tenacity, and temperature
Smelling, tasting, seeing, inner eye reflecting, feeling beyond, touching
Leaving it be, letting be what is; here I remain even as I falter
The bones and blood are agents of these: time, tenacity, temperature
Across the field and around, the Elk pass by unseen as they do
poetry form: pantoum
photographs: janice sandeen 2019
Life Being Life 
That was so fine. The wisdom, grace, and love was conveyed so eloquently, far beyond the mere words.
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Gently potent .~*~. With gratitude, Z
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Your words are beautiful and also gently felt/received. 🙂 Thanks ZuVuYah! – Janice
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Really appreciate your appreciations, Lewis! Love knowing you are reading the poems, too! Thank you!
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