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"Beauty"
Beauty oft is found, in somewhat hidden places,
and "out of sight" means often out of mind.
But memories suffice to recall familiar faces,
when in our "heart of hearts"  we strive to find.

A place of secret solitude, a mountain or blue skies
or ever flowing fountain, cascading to a lake.
I see love's  crystal image reflected in your eyes.
My heart is quickened with each new glance I take.

Share a quiet respite, beneath the roaring falls
surrounded by the mountain as a fortress strong;
with hands of granite cupped to form these walls.

Let this be our secret meeting place.

steve hodgin copyright 2001

"Quiet Meditations"
The poetry on these pages was inspired by the photography submitted by Amy Ryans in the hope it will bring consolation and hope to
sometimes troubled hearts.
Photo used by permission Amy Ryans Copyright 2001
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Shhhhhh...
My thoughts are quiet here, overcome by the deafening thunder of the crashing water.  Time stands still while waters pass.  Hours can be lost yet no one cares.  Rainbow colors rise in prisms from the pool below, as sunlight filters through the cloud laced sky.  Far removed from all that is important, I find  higher significance in my meditations here.  The nothingness surrounds me with an ethereal presence.  This opiate to my heart and soul would dissuade me for any swift return to any false reality of the life I left behind.  A voice calls out.  The spell is broken.  Life shall resume in another time and space, yet I am refreshed for now. One last long look and I shall record these moments in my mind forever. 
steve hodgin copyright 2001
Photo used by permission Amy Ryans Copyright 2001
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Photo used by permission Amy Ryans Copyright 2001
"The Summit"

It rises from the earth,
in majesty and grace.
The sky first touches
nature in this place

The eagle finds a perch,
and views the world below;
with disconcerted gaze,
as gentle zephyrs blow

Life will pass us quickly,
yet mountains ever stand.
Feet go swiftly passing by,
but under all; the land.

steve hodgin  copyright 2001