Humility on a mountaintop

I sat on this peak the other day after a healthy climb of just over a few miles. What you see is quite a satisfying result of the hike. I sat looking over the horizon for about 30 minutes before returning from where I started. I had done this hike several times over the years, but never alone. I was even sharp enough to keep my license in my camel-pack in the event of an injury along the way. Aging I suppose contributes to making smarter decisions, but that’s not really that important right now.

What I do wish to focus upon is the impact this trip had upon my state of mind. To go the miles it took and the strenuous nature of the landscape I encountered was an accomplishment fills me with satisfaction. Living a healthy lifestyle is important to me these days, and the rewards are immeasurable. I could easily have remained at my campground and stewed about my life and the hardships I have to endure, ignoring someone much like me lost in their own world of poverty and sickness without near the capacity I have to take an invigorating hike on a beautiful afternoon in the north-woods. Can anyone relate? I hope so. We can easily find reasons to discount the opportunities that lay before us and rather than ignore them we must put the effort forth to experience life as we know it in the moment.

What I experienced on this hike was the beauty of nature around me. Certainly the vista at the top was the reward, but the walk to get there was as special making the whole a complete adventure. A long time ago a friend of mine suggested I pick up two rocks and carry them with equal weight in each of my hands and let them carry me up the mountain. I remember trying this years ago and it didn’t work. I was too preoccupied with holding the rocks than I was with letting them carry me. I let their weight move my wrists and my arms in such a motion that I naturally felt like I was gliding up the mountainside. I held onto them afterwards, a gift from the nature around me. I decided I will find a set of rocks upon every landscape I walk in the future and recognize the blessing they provide my journey.

The humility I felt when surveying the world before my eyes let me imagine how fortunate my life is what lays ahead of my future. These are the things important to our lives to appreciate life around us. There is beauty and elegance surrounds us all everywhere. Take a moment, breathe in and out, and rest our weary soul. Life has a certain reward.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Wanting the fog to lift

His body had grown tired, waking to a daily chore

wanting only to be admired, not this brooding bore.

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He would bed himself at night soak the linens in tear

wondering if ever she might understand his only fear.

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Upon waking in the morning, the sunlight at his gaze

wouldn’t be long a yearning, scrambling in a maze

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For it is when the fog will hold our deepest analogies

only to fashion a reaction bold, our proven fallacies.

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The deeper he would dive to find the light of day

less again he’d feel alive, wishing only for yesterday.

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There was a time I could love a foggy morning, the scenery

could create a magical fantasy, settling winds for you and me.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2021

A Week Doesn’t Matter

Tears remain the same,

the task ahead not as daunting as the moment,

yet we haven’t chosen to let go

of the moment.

Perhaps the force of human nature in all of its eventuality

will call our hand

where then we will be asked by being told,

it is time to move on, create another new world,

paint a new landscape, start another chapter.

Seek a new sunrise until our plans

burn to a crisp

and we are suggested to find another path,

step out of this rabbit hole

for today it is worn

and tomorrow there waits another

perhaps it will carry your outlook for years,

maybe weeks,

only hours.

Either way it will be different than today.

Oh, that is always what they say.

Wants and Needs

So much do I, but then it sems

and then they always tell me that,

what other reason could there be,

beyond the normalcy of our lives.

I was walking toward the exit one day,

no one behind or ahead of me,

could just as well have disappeared

and then I realized it doesn’t matter where,

someone will realize why, wonder why, ask

well just why this had to be so lasting,

what could possibly step in the way of our lives,

to be so traumatic, so self disciplined to suggest

this is my way,

and no matter how late I am to the game,

my playbook is all I have left to work with

and, and, end,

well the combination works in my head.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2021


 

A Week In The Forest

To leave it all behind,

pitched a tent near the water’s edge,

a place I would often fantasize

to be a stopping ground

the pain and fear of having to survive,

suddenly wrapped in the cool depths.

~

I looked around for no one,

only the animals in the deep wood,

wondering what creature I would be

to steal their space for a few days.

not knowing the sunlight and stars

would be my only way of remembering

I was borrowing their land

for a time.

~

I’m not going to talk much anymore,

I made a vow with myself

alone in the woods I set up a chair,

I could watch the lake for hours,

me and the woods,

and the silence except for nature,

the rustling of the brush,

singing cherubs in the trees

all seemed to be communicating with each other,

a head’s up about the guy,

in the chair.

~

I could easily make choices

in such a serene wood and fallen limb world,

just me and the world

that no one could see without some …

search party,

the ones that would find the reality

of a tired turn in the mind of a

traveler.

~

I was that journeyman if only for a day,

and then the next I returned to the concrete.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Three Lives

If we could shape our world

those lives we

learned we might,

imagined we could,

promised we would

all three blends of a sensuality

cascading our mind like a summer rain

sweet, scented, soaking serendipity.

Three lives

if we could shape desire and promise

might we all understand

we can overwhelm

the mystique … our human mind.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

How Do We Measure Love

When so many songs on the airwaves speak of love lost

found in the quietest regions of our mind,

shared love

remember love

let only our silence remind us all what love might be.

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Tonight I would think about her in the softest light

to see the gleam in her eyes

evening stars would be our twilight

sweet love

that passionate tale we told one another.

~

I sometimes will openly crucify myself for letting my heart

steal only the strength of my soul

when pulled together

I haven’t any way to ever relive the magic

once the candle has swallowed its wick.

~

I did love you that part is true and everyone I know

will always see when in a glance, eyes remind us of you.

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© Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Once Cried Love

Yes

Inside a dream

Could I tear

Moments flash my eyes

Next morning

Sunlight shatter solace

Imagery would fade slow

Spirit being parting ways

For now

Just, for now

Tomorrow will start again

Well, night sky

When I could seek

Sweet is the moment.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

Waking to Love

Sweet remedy

a kindness draws eyes

a wander

inside foggy interior.

~

While each passing hour

holds promise

asks empathy

an immediate proposal

may suggest in heart

sweet peace of mind.

~

Morning sunlight

will create shadow

that will ask a conscious

need to step in

guide a soul lost inside

a societal nightmare.

~

A pleasure would be a breeze

let fortune in life to breathe.


©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021