A lake in winter
Gaze at water in the lake
It’s a beautiful Christmas break
It may be December and a windy icy day
But look at the sky
The birds still fly
Gaze at water in the lake
Where the geese still walk as they graze
Gaze at the trees in the park
Where the birds sitting in the trees
Singing the song like its summer
While it may still be December
Look at the prairie grass
Full of contrast
Look at the sky
It’s so high
I wish I could fly
Eurasian eagle owl
Beautiful night full of stars
Owls sit in the trees and listen
Wise are their eyes as they see
People come and go to watch them
As they sit and patiently wait
Their wisdom comes from silence
While they remain quiet and hungry
Waiting for the food to arrive
I look at their sight
To leave the treasure of food behind
Because I came to feed them
On the full moon night
Their wisdom is a hidden thrill
Beyond the capacity of sky that is still
Finally, I hear a voice loud and clear
That tells me to hold them close, near and dear.
Trees in a trail
Trees are my sanctuaries when I feel low
When I feel low, I look at the trees
Which are the glory of parks and forests
Because they absorb carbondioxide and release oxygen
I get lost in the woods
Like a seven year old child
Searching for nothing but happiness, peace and tranquility
Amidst the beautiful fall weather of Shenandoah National Park
I begin 30 days of silence
To practice deep meditation and understand the truth
As I hear the voices of birds
That stand freely on the branches of trees
Occupied by squirrels trying to climb the top of the trees
And see the surrounding from the pinnacle
A tree full of leaves in each branches
Is as equally important as a human
Because of its omnipotent power
To spread the fresh air
While remaining humble to its value
To unite every American to come together
In a nation that is all too divided by politics
Because united we stand, divided we fall
A lesson that I learned from all trees in harmony with nature
Their purpose is to grand humans
Who are full of flaws
The eternity and the heavenly state.
Henry Marsh, author of Do no Harm – Photo by Chris Boland
A neurosurgeon performing surgery
I am deep in my thoughts
Like a neurosurgeon performing a surgery on a patient
Who was diagnosed with aneurysm
A morbid dilatation of the wall of a blood vessel, usually an artery
No matter how painful the pain is
I am bound to perform the incision
As I imagine illness happening on myself
That can cause catastrophic hemorrhage in the brain
As I perform the operation
To place a minute spring loaded metal clip across the neck of the aneurysm
I try to prevent the aneurysm just a few minutes across
A danger I face as a surgeon
Is inadvertently bursting the aneurysm while dissecting it
From the surrounding brain and blood vessels
Working at several inches depth in the center of the patient’s head
In a narrow space beneath the brain
I operated and caught the aneurysm
Trapping it and obliterating it with a glittering spring-loaded titanium clip
Saving the patient’s life
Source: (Do no harm: Stories of life, death and brain surgery by Henry Marsh)
Chincotaegue Virginia. Photo by Sohan
When I most think, do mine eyes best see
The poverty in America that affects everyone
But when I sleep in dreams, my eyes imagine thee
And the darkness is still a darkness
While the light is still light
However, dark the shadow may be
The light will illuminate the darkness
And turn it into brightness
Like a sunny day with much clearer skies
When to blind eyes, your shade darkens so
How would I say mine eyes be blessed made
How would I say thy eyes are my blessing
By looking on the heavens in the living day
Through deep sleep on blind eyes doth stay
I am here to stay all days and nights to see thee
And day brightens nights when dream come true