Far Too Early

sunset too early

Some days the sun sets way too early,
and some days it levitates for far too long,
but some days the sun doesn’t show its face at all,
and all we are left with is faith and hope in the heart,
and the eternal knowledge that it keeps in store,
for love may be blind, but it forever sees the light.

sundown stops

Words and photographs by Uncle Tree

Bald Eagle’s Delight

Immature Bald Eagle

In the quiet of the morning

long before the cock does crow

the early bird, she comes a singing

(hard telling what she knows)

Fishing Bald Eagle

Seems to me, her tweets are secret-

coded notes with birdy words

so concise and quite direct

the foreign language that I heard

♫ ♪ ♫

Immature Bald Eagle on the Platte

Sometimes, the world just seems to stop

I know not how or why

alone we stand — no stage — no props

but moments do pass by

Eagle Landing

In the stillness of the waning night

no single thought in mind

I watched the dark give way to light

and understood their kind

♫ ♪ ♫

Two Eagles Spying The Platte

♥  Akin to free  ♥

Uncle Tree

Bye, Bye, Birdie!

Photographs by Keith Alan Watson

Bald Eagles provided by Lady Fortuna

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The Eyes Of Mind

sundogs

When dealing with outrageously inexplicable experiences,

our souls come to the rescue and inform us

there is more to life than meets

The Eyes of Mind.

eyes of mind

And,

that more is oh-so divine!

sun doggies

To feel whole, accepted, and at home with

one’s self, with the world, and with God  

is to feel as if the circle has been completed,

and one has found the center.

But one is not alone, nay.

One is in good company!

pink sunset

“God is like a circle

whose circumference is nowhere,

and who’s center is everywhere.”

Meister Eickhart

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Pictures and words by one

Keith Alan Watson

Quirky Cosmology

big sky sunset

There is an indivisible force

which constantly expands the distance between us

peeking sun

Threadbare and naked as a loom
empty of thought, and empty as a tomb
it lies fruitlessly in wait in the background

sunset on the Platte

It lies patiently, perhaps, unaware of a Future full of everything

Full of every thing that is

but itself, for The Void it holds in store can not be filled

see sunny

“May your soul always have room once again for one more.”

— Uncle Tree

Pictures and words by the unworldly

Keith Alan Watson

Leaf Be As Be Is

 Sun rises daily for a change
while photons learn to re-arrange
crane invasion
Fab fashions flower fancy fads
Go broke of grays serenely sad
snow geese
Not long for love in Time to live
Dive deep where souls meet to forgive
courting cranes
Let Spirit splish-splash all for fun
Bless goldfish gleaming on the run
sandhill cranes
Take nothing — leave be as be is
Shine on! Show off! Shine bright! Show-biz!
gleams in flight
Wave-less ripples quiet the pond
Silent the streams pouring beyond
pink platte
Hush once to hear my lady’s pine
for love that looks and feels divine
Then do remember all the lines
and may they save you just in time
Photographs
Keith Alan Watson
To my lady, Lu
crane dance