Just for a moment, flowers appear
on the empty, nearly-spring tree.
Just for a second, wind
through the wild thicket thorns.
Self inside self, You are nothing but me.
Self inside self, I am only You.
What we are together
will never die.
The why and how of this?
What does it matter
- Lalleshwari, 14th century
The sun in perfect degrees of warmth
makes a memory endless.
Across a spectrum,
in all directions.
Justin is a hunting guide I met in rural Ohio. He and his daughter allowed me to take some pictures. They stared into the lens and I disappeared in their connection.
It was summer and the sun pulsed in the background. I took a few more shots and then lowered the camera and smiled at something wonderful embedded in us. When she jumped up in his arms she made a home from the embrace.
Our children make us stronger.