Lake expanse sways dreams
Heart bonds with soul of the world
Mind finds true purpose
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Lake expanse sways dreams
Heart bonds with soul of the world
Mind finds true purpose
© Ilija Lukić 2025
When passion for adventure fades, minds rust.
Let roads less travelled embrace heart and soul,
So you can blaze new trails through primal dust
And put right tell-tale misery’s hellhole.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Mind’s eye finds me on Staked Plain,
Chasing skittish mavericks
And corralling ornery steer
From first light to sundown…
Like cowhands of yesteryear.
I’m saddle-soar, plumb tuckered out,
Dry bath scrubs grime and sweat,
Strong black-jack ‘neath starlit veneer
Loosens jaws by fire light…
Like cowhands of yesteryear.
On said ancient tablelands,
Where vultures climb thermals
And buzz tails wake primal fears,
I lived lifetimes in a day…
Like cowboys of yesteryears.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Like it or not, we’re meant to persevere—
By divine design blessed with endurance—
To brave challenges of human life sphere,
Humbly, with spiritual obeisance.
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From realms beyond time
Water of life spills by grace.
Rock gardens liven
Flows of said divine river
And ask mortals to commit
Both heart and soul in embrace
Of life’s journey, not fear,
With eye on eternity…downriver.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
As we navigate life in our quest of enlightenment, spiritual liberation and profound union with the divine, we must hold dear both the steadfastness of river rock gardens and flexibility of the river to move through obstacles—keeping in mind that our sojourn on Earth unfolds with interplay of human free will and divine intervention.
Mother Nature pauses in hushed richness
Her autumnal pageantry of seasons...
Lets days immersed in river of life stillness
Cleanse heart and soul of villainous legions.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Are we by nature
A murderous lot,
Hostage to primal urges
That time forgot?
Or do heavenly embers,
Divine sparks of light,
Guide nobler instincts—
Our God-given birthright?
© Ilija Lukić 2025
With crisp breath autumn stirs wind chimes to life.
Their lively chords buoy dance of earthbound leaves,
Encourage mindful peace of mind, not strife,
Which keeps at arm’s length my soul’s den of thieves.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
I’ve long been inspired by the 19th-century impressionism art movement, characterized by paintings that capture the artist’s immediate response to a dynamic moment in time—often “en plein air” everyday, subject matter. Working outdoors artists endeavored to capture the fleeting effects of light on color with texture created by visible brush stokes, to help convey a sense of movement and atmosphere.
In a series of photographic images, I humbly pay homage to artists like Claude Monet—the quintessential landscape impressionist— by editing and processing some of my pictures to emulate his painterly style.
I seek to unfold the tapestry of my afternoon adventure on the Lower Haw River Trail through a filter dipped in impressionist nostalgia. I want to color my heart’s journey through emphasis on light, color, movement, mood and emotions…and, hopefully express what my heart experienced through sensory inputs at the moment I released that camera shutter.
As I meander along becalmed lake waters,
Wrapped in silence and lost in reverie,
An errant breeze asks ripples of water
To break gently across my path…and nudge
The tranquil confines of introspection
That hold captive my imagination,
To release mindful lines of poetry
With each breath and ev’ry beat of my heart.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
When woes beset your heart as fierce rivers of life test your immortal soul, just lean into God’s grace—sacred water of life—and embrace said struggles with renewed vigor and faith.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Spinning world curbs heart
Autumn’s warm hues rouse dreamtime
Heart finds its true north
Often overwhelming, the fast-paced and chaotic nature of living in the digital age curbs emotional well-being and restrains true self-awareness.
Connecting with nature in autumn during her time of transition emboldens letting go of useless habits, worn out ideas and futile relationships. Furthermore, likening autumnal turning of the leaves to embracing inevitable changes and adaptations in the human condition spills mindful self-examination into dreamtime—that soul-searching journey inward to understand your essence—to become who you truly are.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Winds of change bode bliss
Heart discards earthly burdens
Soul soars in rapture
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Joy flows from free will
God’s grace paves timeless journey
Mind the long road home
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The faint-hearted choose sitting on the fence,
While affairs of man crush their divine side.
When said threads of life and time converge, play offense…
Life is short, eternity beckons, decide.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Summer wanes humbly
Autumn crawls in with fanfare
Soul feels nature’s pulse
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Autumn’s vibrant letting go eases hearts
And bespeaks release from shackles of strife
Foolishly revered on vile social ramparts.
Though rubbish, strife hinders good will in life.
© Ilija Lukic 2025
These days humankind breathes a collective sigh
And gives good-natured hearts free rein worldwide,
To dance once more just like a butterfly,
Rapt with joy, on summer’s flowered hillside.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Cast not aside mindful twilight thinkers,
Night owls who ruminate, burn midnight oil,
For life’s journey requires dream weavers
To help alleviate life’s mortal coil.
© Ilija Lukić 2025
Turning of leaves wakes memories of spring.
Surge of red hues and gay shades of amber
Encourage wracked hearts to one final fling,
Before Earth realms embrace winter slumber.
© Ilija Lukić 2025

Lakeside reverie haunted by flashback
To elemental chaos wrought by storms,
Whose fearsome wake dropped telltale beach wrack—
Ephemeral art beneath insect swarms.
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Two months after mid-July flash flooding—when lake waters rushed into shoreline woodlands before settling some ten feet above current levels—Mother Nature tries her best to settle into a laid-back autumn mood. The rust-colored tinge on trees left by muddy water bespeaks the high-water mark.