Day: September 6, 2022

~ the magical Oregon coast ~

I can no longer imagine
the soft Oregon spring rain
misting the morning light
bringing life to winter earth

I can no longer imagine
the stir of a summer breeze
shimmering across the surface
of an Oregon high mountain lake

I can no longer imagine
the filtered morning sun
falling gently golden
through an Oregon ancient forest canopy

~ Oregon ancient forest ~

I can no longer imagine
the snow covered alpine majesty
of the beautiful Wallowa Mountains
towering above Oregon’s Columbia Plateau

I can no longer imagine
the spectacle of pronghorn antelopes
blazing at 65 miles per hour
across the Oregon high desert

I can no longer imagine
the power of the blue pacific
thumping the huge arch rocks
on the autumn Oregon coast

~ Oregon Pacific coastal arches cove ~

I can no longer imagine
the magnificence of an Oregon waterfall
roaring 620’ from the clouds above Columbia Gorge
thundering down into the mighty river below

I can no longer imagine
the breathtaking cerulean blue
of a lake crystal clear to a 1,949’ depth
in the crater of an extinct Oregon volcano

I can no longer imagine
the stunningly surreal natural colors
and deep captivating meditative quiet
of the Oregon fossil-rich painted hills

~ Oregon’s Crater Lake National Park ~

for I need not imagine

I have experienced
these wonders
alone
face to face
unhindered by the disturbance
or interruptions
of another

I am a deeply devout isolophilian

~ Oregon’s John Day Fossil Beds National Monument ~

these wondrous natural treasures
open my soul
attune me to the earth’s vibrations

they enrich me
they reinvigorate my orenda
strengthen my mindfulness
align my chi
fortify my positive essence
purify my karma

this blessed isolation
reopens my eyes
to the beauty of solitude
to the pure gratitude
for simply being

I again feel merak flow through me
I find
peace of mind

~ Oregon’s Multnomah Falls ~

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rob kistner © 2022

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