Friday, October 23, 2026

Free And Wild

Footloose…I chase earthbound rhythms of joy

Steeped in age-old songs of the universe—

Primordial truths, the real McCoy,

That urge heart to soar like heroic verse.


© Ilija Lukić 2026


An afternoon excursion along sandy and notably receding Jordan Lake shorelines inspires inquiry and contemplation. The chaos of pine straw flotsam and fading, albeit purposeful human footprints in damp beach sands tickle curiosity, fire imagination and invite philosophical musings.


In mind’s eye I revisit similarly fading footprints of my physical adventures and spiritual pilgrimages, mindful of my own insignificance in the vastness of the Cosmos. After all, human odysseys are but a flicker of light when cast against the eternal, ever-lasting backdrop of cosmic seas and spiritual mysteries beyond time and space.


Free And Wild
Shadowman at Cooper's Cove on Jordan Lake, North Carolina

Sunday, October 18, 2026

Echoes Of The Heart

How sweet are my echoes of the heart,

When tempered by time and nostalgia;

Though weathered by years, heart’s works of art…

Resound with boundless tales, I tell ‘ya.


© Ilija Lukić 2026


Echoes Of The Heart
Memorabilia on a chess table in my creative space at home

Sunday, October 11, 2026

Righteous Indignation

Remnants of Hurricane Isaias continue to lumber northward along the US Eastern Seaboard. Impacts in the Carolinas include flash flooding, power outages and sporadic tornado warnings. In our neighborhood, long-overdue rainfall boosts river courses, lake water levels and heals retreating shorelines.


In the aftermath of the tempest the vault of Heaven unfurls, winds die down and skies brighten. I take time to meander along Jordan Lake’s liquid rim—my shadow as faithful companion. Serenity reigns supreme. Yet, with soul draped in velvet my sanctuary feels invaded by a sacred rage—righteous indignation about current events in human affairs.


As I ponder these thoughts and feelings, I soon realize that righteous indignation is a complex emotional state woven into my soul’s fabric; that, anger is morally justified, when triggered, among other things, by perceived injustice, moral wrongs, cruelty or abuse of power. It’s not rooted in ordinary anger that arises from personal slights, bruised egos or life’s minor inconveniences. The indignation feels justified, because it’s as honest as the passing hurricane or a fire that demands its fuel. Thus my anger is baptized in justice. Should I question the intensity of this beautifully reasoned ache, this righteous tempest that stirs my blood?


My mind’s uneasy rebellion and confusion soon aligns with what my heart already knows. Unless tempered with grace and self-control, righteous indignation easily slides into destructive pride or personal vengeance—invitations to failure. Said behaviors will lead to communication breakdowns, lack of empathy, group polarization and strained personal relationships. However, when channeled constructively, genuine righteous indignation can champion the vulnerable, correct systemic wrongs or restore justice. Otherwise, righteous indignation just becomes a way to avoid personal uncomfortable shadows like shame, greed, grief, envy, helplessness, self-interest or fear.


I end my sojourn on a positive note—remembering a favorite passage in President Abraham Lincoln’s First Inaugural Address on March 4, 1861 that speaks of healing divisions and animosities among people—touched “by the better angels of our nature."


© Ilija Lukic 2026


Righteous Indignation
Shoreline at Seaforth Peninsula on Jordan Lake, North Carolina


Friday, October 9, 2026

Traveler In Life's Mists

An untamed, saffron brushstroke sets ablaze

Hushed harmonies of shadowless silence

In autumn woodlands veiled in misty haze–

Quiet courage in life’s mists…self-reliance.


© Ilija Lukić 2026


My homage to an enduring clan within the Osage Nation social structure—known by the moniker Moh-sho-tsa-moie or Travelers in the Mist—tasked with the sacred responsibility of leadership and guidance, when the tribe faces uncertainty during ventures into unfamiliar realms or suffers tumultuous change.


Quiet Courage
Woodlands behind our home Cobble Ridge in Pittsboro NC

Tuesday, October 6, 2026

Sacred Transience

Life’s journey weaves tapestries with heartstrings—

Thread spun of woes and days lived in clover.

By grace they ease my soul’s earthly stopover,

Until called to come home…on angel wings.


© Ilija Lukić 2026


When I step mindfully out of living on autopilot, it’s easier to embrace the bittersweet awareness that everything changes, passes and eventually comes to an end. Joy fades, grief passes, human connections come and go, flesh and bone age—nothing stays the same.


With new found clarity I commit body and soul to cherish the ordinary, temporary moments in life, the heartstrings—like a fiery sunset, first love, a golden autumn morning, a meaningful conversation, a child’s laughter or delicate spray of springtide cherry blossoms; but also, empathy for people suffering, compassion, soul-crushing heartbreak and betrayal.


The scarcity of time makes heartstrings precious and skyrockets their value. It’s their impermanence that makes life profoundly meaningful, sacred and beautiful.


Sacred Transience
Lower Haw River Natural Area Trail near Bynum, North Carolina

Saturday, October 3, 2026

Spice Of Life

Welcome life’s cloudbursts

     They beg kinship with your heart.

Each heaven-sent tear

     Waters both joys and sorrows.


Embrace the mavericks—

     The droplets that stand apart—

They brim with notions

     That sort life’s rubs and arrows.


Lend ear…forge life’s course

     With renewed inner compass,

 You’ll find spice of life

     Dwells in both chaos and rumpus.


© Ilija Lukić 2026


A Road Less Traveled
On the Lower Haw River Natural Area Trail near Bynum, North Carolina

Friday, October 2, 2026

Sylvan Whispers

I’ve come to understand and see,

     That I am not unlike a tree.

A seedling borne on springtide breeze

     Sprouts tall with heart and soul at ease.

Root-bound till love my heart unbinds;

     ‘Neath summer skies said love spellbinds.

Then…hushed, foggy autumn mornings

     With woods ablaze nurture yearnings

For winter’s peace in blessed silence—

     Sacred respite…divine alliance.


© Ilija Lukić 2026


Sylvan Whispers
On the Lower Haw River Natural Area Trail near Bynum, North Carolina