Hold Fast

Hold onto the preciousness of this day, squeeze it
until dawn breaks, fanning out like silvery wings
of a hawk circling overhead, spreading a watercolor
morning across misty skies, eggs cracked into creamy
melted butter in a hot silvery pan;

Hold fast, wind sweeping across undulating fields,
cracking dead limbs from ancient trees, ruffling
whitecaps in this ever-changing oceanic landscape;

Drop anchor, stay awhile with the presence,
the in-draw of breath, the outflowing currents
of busy-ness, postulations, abstractions, suspicions
cast away now, before they clinch and claw
at the treasured peace of bliss held in the moment,
for this, as we make it, this intentional pause
stretches into constellations of ticking time;
We can choose. This is our life.

39 thoughts on “Hold Fast

    1. Mahalo, Sue. My apologies also for not getting over to your site more often. I’m easily overwhelmed, and I take word press breaks more and more these days. Soon! Thanks for coming by, and for the kind comment. ❀️


      1. Oh, I didn’t see the second portion of your comment. I, too know the dark side better than I would sometimes like to. So I am determined to post, both to WordPress as well as to Instagram, something positive both for others but also for myself. Needed these days. Aloha


      1. Haha, that it was. Just down the road from where we live. Wish I could get up before sunrise more often to head down there and watch it explode across the sky. It’s just so breathtaking!

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  1. Hold on to the preciousness of this day ….you start your beautiful post.
    Then continue writing in a way that relaxes and makes me draw a deep breath and smile.
    We can indeed choose and by the time I reach the beautiful pictures the choice is easy.
    Thank you Bela.


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    1. Yes, Val, I so wish I could force myself out of bed before daybreak to soak up this sort of thing more often. Sunsets we get and sunsets we attend to. Yet sunrise has an amazing quality, and I have attended few in comparison. Sigh. Will life ever be long enough to bear witness to all I wish of this glorious world? πŸ™πŸŒΊπŸ˜˜

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      1. Early mornings aren’t easy unless they really matter, or you are in a place where others join you.
        I recall 5.30am yoga classes at Kripalu watching the sun come up. So special. πŸ’•

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  2. Dawn is indeed beautiful Bela, ushering in new hopes but it just gives us moments to savor its beauty. You have captured it so well with your words and clicks. The first stanza is a rare treat for the senses! Thank you for sharing. πŸ™‚

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    1. Many thanks, Balroop. Excellent observation as well. Savoring those moments as they arrive instead of rushing on and into the next thing is a practice, is it not, in this busy world. And so much of where one might place importance is not always in harmony with one’s inner being. Thanks for your comments, always appreciated. πŸ™πŸ’•

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  3. Beautifully sensuous; you stimulate so much more than thought and visual imagery alone. I’m slipping and bubbling right there in the sizzle-spit pan, next figured in the drift of stars on a bloodied Yew tree limb . . . H ❀

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    1. Hariod, as ever you are too kind. On another note, bless the yews! Such uniquely striking specimens we lack in this part of the world. Love! πŸ’œπŸŒΊπŸ˜˜


    1. Aww, I am so glad. Squeeze away! And yes, enjoying here amidst the chaos of the times. Holding on. Reaping harvest now: dragonfruit, pineapples, huge avocados, miracle berries. So much fun! πŸ’•πŸ˜πŸ˜˜

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      1. Sounds a delicious harvest Bella. Hop soon to get a garden post together. To be honest what with decorating as and having fun with our granddaughter, blogging had taken a back seat πŸ€—πŸ’•πŸ’– Enjoy the fruits of your labours.πŸ˜πŸ’–πŸŒΈπŸŒΊπŸ’πŸ…πŸπŸ₯‘πŸ†πŸ‡

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