A poem I wrote looking at the Flatiron Mountains on a sunny morning in 1992.
Rose Fire
Mystical threnody,
Morning integrity,
Ripples of ecstasy,
Sun on the meadow.
Windows on rhapsodies,
Hearts sing in harmony,
Time is complete to me,
Warmth of the sun.
Bending his face to me,
Life makes a fool of me,
Thoughtless I run to see
Sunlight in water.
Over the trees I see
His fiery majesty
Lighting the mountainside
Rose-fire protector.
February 21, 1992
Noon
Boulder, Colorado
Copyright 1992 Scott Amun
About Me
- Scott
- Hello and welcome to my blog. I am a writer and spiritual explorer who has studied and practiced techniques of spiritual growth, release and change for the last thirty years -- and that's just the years in which I realized that that is what I was doing! Do I now fully realize what I'm doing? I hope not, for "full realization" sometimes means reducing things to what we think we understand. Perhaps it would be appropriate to say that that which is presumably understood is like the train on which we are riding, while the scenery outside the windows is the world that we come here to experience, and it is that which is not understood. We leave that which is comfortable and move toward that which is unknown, for the predictability of the known is ultimately more unbearable than the lurking fear which brims from that which is mysterious. All life involves change, differentiation, and passage of one sort or another. It is my pleasure and challenge to apply the tools of change to myself, and to share with others what may work for them. Eventually the pain of staying the same becomes greater than the pain of changing.
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