Understanding...Pamfil, Kearl, Wyman, deLuca = Day 19 aaduna's NPM Celebration
|Judita Pamfil, (photo provided)|
I used to see the dragon hiding in the tree, playfully nipping me as I climbed, but now the dragon has left me and I sit there all alone.
I used to dance with the elves underneath the bright moonlight, our joyful laughter echoing all night long. But now the elves are hiding, though all night I search for them.
I used to run with unicorns, they hid in the woods nearby. We’d go on grand adventures and journey cross the sea. But now when I cry for them to come, they just run farther away.
I used to sing with the nymphs and play on their harps. Doing each other’s hair we let the day passed by. But now when I come to our favorite spot, there is only grass and flowers.
I used to fly across the sky, soaring like a phoenix; traveling to parts unknown, untouched by human feet. But now my wings are clipped, my feet grounded to the earth.
I used to go to my kingdom, hiding behind the shed. Ruling the people gracefully and riding my horse all day long. But now when I go to visit, I cannot find the door.
I used to be free to see mysteries untold but now I’m trapped in never-ending darkness, my wonder nearly gone.
|Natasha Kearl (photo provided)|
|Sarah Wyman (photo provided)|
lotuses, tulips, daisies, and irises
compose a picture of serenity.
The soft-spoken are heard outside their shells.
A window leads to another world of sound and sight.
Like Buddha, compassion is all that’s left.
Nature survives amongst the heavens.
Radiance vibrates throughout everything we see,
like a beauty its rawness, a truth in all of us.
Buddhahood exists in the path of which we seek.
A thumping wildness in every part of us,
more than tranquil waters coursing through us.
We’ve shaped ourselves to the soil,
nurturing wholesomeness that flourishes inside.
We thrive in the rain and sunlight,
memories tell no tales of woe and rage.
A flutter of souls departs from our caged creation.
Wisdom emerges from our sage selves.
a mind in mindfulness not forgotten.
Not adrift but resolute in faith unwavering,
we’re blessed with the gifts bestowed upon us,
in a world so pristine we choose jubilation,
a vision that blooms in each brightening day.
|Olivia Lin DeLuca (photo provided)|
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