The Lemurian Hermitage
A hermit is a person who lives apart from society. Traditionally, this has meant living alone and self-sufficiently, but not always. This House of Solitude is occupied by a Hermit who came from the Lemurian Abbey to connect back to nature and enjoy the serenity and tranquility. She welcome guests. (All images on this site remain the property of the artists and writers, and it is their exclusive work. All images copyright 2007.)
Saturday, December 30, 2006
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Sunday, December 03, 2006
Our Day
Our Day
Shreds of cloud
with pink
and silver lining.
Birds resting
on the roof ridge—
a feathered convention
chirping excitedly
as
upper breezes paint the sky
with broad strokes
dipped in passing clouds,
curved like horns of plenty.
Pink glides into
silver, then antique white
set in blue as
the sun,
a brilliant pulsating orb
appears on the stage,
commanding attention
as a diva commands
her audience
before lifting her voice
to the heavens.
Life giving energy
pushes the night away,
and the darkness,
before announcing that
another day has dawned
with light to see
each other
for what we really are—
travelers on this ship of hope—
this Blue Planet.
Revel in the music
until the final note
fades in the western sky.
It is from here,
my friends,
that we will spread our wings
and fly into the unknown,
beyond our sun—
.
We are the People of the Dawn.
Our day is yet to come.
Vi Jones
©December 1, 2006
Shreds of cloud
with pink
and silver lining.
Birds resting
on the roof ridge—
a feathered convention
chirping excitedly
as
upper breezes paint the sky
with broad strokes
dipped in passing clouds,
curved like horns of plenty.
Pink glides into
silver, then antique white
set in blue as
the sun,
a brilliant pulsating orb
appears on the stage,
commanding attention
as a diva commands
her audience
before lifting her voice
to the heavens.
Life giving energy
pushes the night away,
and the darkness,
before announcing that
another day has dawned
with light to see
each other
for what we really are—
travelers on this ship of hope—
this Blue Planet.
Revel in the music
until the final note
fades in the western sky.
It is from here,
my friends,
that we will spread our wings
and fly into the unknown,
beyond our sun—
.
We are the People of the Dawn.
Our day is yet to come.
Vi Jones
©December 1, 2006