IT BEGINS HERE

IT BEGINS HERE

I spoke the words “I no longer believe,” breaking the hearts of the believing. And so the journey began.

DECEIVED

DECEIVED

As I walk in the wild of the marshland, I break off a piece of decaying reed and crumble it, noticing my fingers in the act. Now do I no longer seek to be deceived.

AUTHORITY

AUTHORITY

What authority does the song bird obey. Does she not sing without pretense. Can I not sing the song of life in such a way.

SEPARATION

SEPARATION

When I am here, isn’t the question “do you believe” a contradiction. A strange sensation of separation.

UNTOUCHABLE

UNTOUCHABLE

Are memories not like the mist disappearing with the rising sun. The untouchable, a recollection never to stay.

WITHOUT CAUSE

WITHOUT CAUSE

Do I hear the whisper of the wind saying in a single breath, “you are without cause, blown about on the breeze of life.”

TEACHING

TEACHING

Do I know of the invitation to gently row on the stream of life, that commands. To flow within the teaching of its currents.

FREED

FREED

What conflict exists here. I am not a saint. Have I been freed to walk alone. Have I been freed from the mind’s yesterday and tomorrow.

BEING

BEING

Do I know that I walk the path of decay, embraced to see myself there. Joining in that journey knowing it is ours to share.

DECAY

DECAY

I see the sunset of my being, but do I know its sunrise. Not then, not when, but now. One following the other and the other following the one, are they not the same.

© 2020 by Bill Keffeler | Freelance Photographer | bill@seetheother.com

DECEIVED

As I walk in the wild of the marshland, I break off a piece of decaying reed and crumble it, noticing my fingers in the act. Now do I no longer seek to be deceived.