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Phantasmagoric Love

Out your mouth
come butterflies

fluttering all around the flowers

in the sunlight
Out of your nose
arises the scent of roses

a narcotic to the senses
And your embrace

exudes the air
of a crisp Spring day

with its smell of fresh earth

to be sown
Whilst stars fly
from your eyes

piercing mine

down to my soul
Your hair
the silky fur
of rabbit

against my skin
As your heart
beats out
a symphony
enveloped in
the aura of
scintillating sunlight
on a calm sparkling lake
I surrender to
your arms
in an eternal embrace
I am yours
in the land of forever

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 28, 2015 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Asperger's and Love, Bipolar Disorder, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: Asperger's Love, Being in the Present, Bipolar Love, Landscape Photography, Love and marriage, Love poetry, Sensations, Visions | 23 Comments

The Magic of Moonlight

I miss the soft siren call

of the slinky moonlight,

the velvety voice of the moon

as she beckons to me

in the middle of the night

with her hypnotic magic

wielded in the wee hours.

I miss her enticing ways

calling forth

the howling of coyotes

echoing over the hills.

I miss the shadows

of the moonlight

as she luminates

the dark and empty road

and leaves behind a trail of shadows.

Cooped up in the city

nothing calls to me at 3AM

save little lights on

in the cubby holes

of the apartment house

across the street.

No slinky siren song sings

nor misty magic.

No coyotes howling here,

just the loud voices of drunks

stumbling home

in the harsh glare of streetlights.

“In the Hebrides of Scotland, it was common practice well into the nineteenth century for men to take off their caps to greet the morning sun and for women to bend their knee in reverence to the moon at night. These were the lights of God. They moved in an ancient harmony that spoke of the relationship of all things. And they witnessed also to the eternal rhythm between the masculine energies and the feminine energies that commingle deep in the body of the universe. The Celts were familiar also with the practice of being guided by the creatures. The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, the animals of the earth had not lost their senses. They were viewed as still being alive to the deepest rhythms of creation and to the interrelationship between all things.” (“Christ of the Celts” by J. Philip Newell)

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 25, 2015 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Nature Photography, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized | Tags: Celts, City at night, Country at night, Country life, Coyotes, Digital Photography, Landscape Photography, Moon, Moonlight, Moonlight shadows, Moonscape, Music of the spheres, Night Photography, Poetry | 29 Comments

In the Belly of the Beast

10 years spent in the “Dungeon” with this as a favorite respite from work…

Dedicated to Ashley Lily Scarlett and Richard Guest

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 24, 2015 | Categories: Street Photography, Uncategorized | Tags: Basements, Film Photography, Jobs, Wires, Work | 6 Comments

Window Views no.1

Consciousness manifests in a plurality of private lives

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 17, 2015 | Categories: Cityscapes, Street Photography, Windows and architecture photographs | Tags: Apartment buildings, Cityscapes, Consciousness, Individuality, Non-duality, Private Lives, Walls, Window view, Windows | 5 Comments

20/20 Vision

Wordless in chilly New York City

(5 degrees F)

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 16, 2015 | Categories: Cityscapes | Tags: City views, Cityscapes, Digital Photography, Trucks, Window views, Winterscape | 8 Comments

Eternal Love

My blogging friend, Lauren Mokasdar, at http://englishwifeindianlife.com/ has a BBC news story on her blog about how she found the love of her life and her subsequent life in India as an English wife. She and I both believe in reincarnation and feel that our marriages to husbands whom we love so deeply, arose out of a relationship in a former life. Her love crosses cultures and in so doing provides a fascinating story that is an inspiring celebration of eternal love. Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!

Love always, Ellen

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 11, 2015 | Categories: Spirituality, Uncategorized, Videos | Tags: "English Wife/India Life" blog, BBC video, Cross-cultural marriage, Cross-cultural romance, English wife, Indian life, Indian marriage, Lauren Mokasdar, Reincarnation, True Love | 14 Comments

Being in Winter

How higher they be
than me
for they know how
to just Be

always

in the present
in the Silence
so profound in winter
but in the forever now

I look fearfully ahead
towards a future of endings
and losses
of attachments
acquired over the years
none more strong
than our love

I used to know

how to just be
like a tree
spontaneously
when very young
now I seek to Be
as I was in youth

in rapture
not just in nature
but always
as the sheep
in the deep
of winter.

Posted by stockdalewolfe | February 5, 2015 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Meditations, Nature Photography, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized | Tags: Animal consciousness, Animal Photographs, Anxiety, Being, Being in the Present, Consciousness, Landscape Photography, Non-duality, Now, Perils of attachment, Presence, Sheep, Silence, Silence in nature, The "Now", Winter | 10 Comments

When I Say Jesus…

Embracing Forever

When I say Jesus
in these poems,
I hope you don’t think
that I think
that I know
with any real precision
what I’m talking about.

When a stone
says yes
to one day
returning to
the shimmering heart of a star,
and the star says yes
to beaming that stone’s endless heart
through all of space and time,
and the gravity inside of every
pebble, rock, and speck of sand
becomes a continuum of Meaning,
it becomes difficult to say
just what exactly that
stone has become,
or what all those other stones
are really up to.

What seems most important,
is that after years of wandering
from town-to-town,
gathering in taverns
or caves by the sea
to listen to sages and saints,
after walking across miles
of starlit landscapes,
some nights torn asunder
by the tensions of possibility and custom,
others rescued from the void
by the touch of…

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