On Sunday's they climb the mountains [photographer's cut]

fwd: visual variation of the previous post

On Sunday's they climb the mountains

it has been whispered

that there exists a mountain people

on the other side of the blue orange

and it has been told that

their climbers don't stop

when they reach

a mountaintop

instead

it has been smiled

they keep on

rising

 

& we felt like Rodrigo de Triana

on the Pinta

as the streams of clouds

that put us to high sea

ripped open

for our first glance at the next

mountaintop

land!

there is down and there is up

time for the streams to wander

and the rock ship to stop

pirate SeaSick was close

sun is allowed to peer through

the clouds of our doubts

and warms

the heights of the crow's nest

this barren stony top

were we cower and rest

eat drink and thank

for this rare hospitality

in times of upheaval

yes

we are humble guests

but

it's from here that we mount

our dragons of playfulness

and surf

wild winds of change

pictures & poetry © 2012 Daniel Graziadei

Standards of imagiNation

wind & water play you
as if your cloth was strings
and there will be light
whilst you tear and shrink 
and flap




all will be bright
day and night 
do not cast their differences
do not fight their ways
but dance!
as long as suns
are beaming
within your chest 
and ears and innards
as long as drums
are clanging 
with your feet 
and heart and hands




















with every moment/movement of your flag
your standards of imagiNation
without a nation 
without image
without colours 
with neither coats nor arms
simple smiles are hoisted high and higher
and anchored deep and even lower

all there is 
and all needed is
a circle of light
a nod of thanx
the ways of suns
music and vibes 
without sounds
beauty in the simple stream of breath
the ways of moons
growing and slimming
taking and bringing
full and new
ever changing 
like a wonder/waterfall
or a sky/heart 
in stormy times