
Still as a statue, waiting patiently for chance to appear.
All senses awakened and in tune with the world around.
Fortune is there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be found.

Still as a statue, waiting patiently for chance to appear.
All senses awakened and in tune with the world around.
Fortune is there, just beneath the surface, waiting to be found.

Late Summer rendezvous in search of the Autumn season to come.
Standing and waiting at the entrance of change from past to present.
What thoughts and memories have aged and which of those has been renewed?



Waiting and watching above the surface ready to break through.
Piercing the shell of realities - old, new and undefined.
What is left to do but contemplate the solitude within.

Chaotic paths of timber scattered over murky waters.
Moving with purpose: careful steps of focus and attention.
Seeking that which lives below the surface: rarely seen above.

Silently waiting, undisturbed by circumstances unknown.
Senses of sight and sound, capturing surroundings all around.
Where to go from here: perhaps nowhere but the eternal now?

Searching in a tapestry of foliage and fallen timber.
Day after day, the search continues in hopes of finding peace.
What if the searching itself is the answer to finding peace?

Searching the shoreline in solitude for that which sustains you.
Now joined by another, you’re no longer alone on your quest.
What is it we now seek together: our mutual knowing?



Beyond the sunflowers, hidden in greenery, herons wait.
Movement and colours reveal themselves for those with eyes to see.
Were the herons truly hidden if my heart and mind were one?

A humid morning on the lake, lush bright greenery abounds.
A still figure perched on a rock, observes quietly and waits.
Patience and silence rewards with a bounty on this morning.