silence in this life

silence in this life

twas the moment i once told you
life had no beginning, it sat still,
sat waiting for combustion of truth ...
in the light,
it sang it's melodies
of riversides, mountains
people and movement
in the dark it waited
quietly...
it had no beginning,
no end is coming
it sits still in all eternity
travels with speed of light
and both
are same in form.

at once grab your candle,
at once sit still in night,
know you are
constantly moving,
know the silence
in this life.

20 degrees and windy

20 degrees and windy

in the winter
my bare bones cold
cracking
finding warmth,
like heaven
to sit in a bed
with blankets,
divine.
cup of steam
and sugar,
i like.
cold nose
i despise.

unraveling me

unraveling me

this place
breathes
slowly
inhaling deep,
one by one
the meekness
of the wind
tip toes
over my skin
gently hushing
my woven thoughts
unraveling them,
thread by thread.

thin place

thin place

a thin place -
where spiritual and physical are close -
a thin line between them -
a top of this mountain
i sit
by myself and reflect, breath, see
---the city lies below,
but i see where the line
of sky and earth meet -
but there is no line
it is one,
like a pair of shoes.
what good is one -
well, unless you have one foot -
you'll only need one shoe.

victory

victory

victoriously,
i was running
through the black mountains,
striving for that glimpse,
one glimpse
of the brilliant sky -
petals fluttering
down from heaven
upon my path -
the clean, crisp
motion of the wind
captures
the essence of this day
and i just sit,
and ponder
the movement of
each person gone by,
and what's whispering
down in their head
right now.

looms the sun

looms the sun

as blossoms bloom, looms the sun
sprouts the weeds and
comes the rain.
a tree grows.
it sits.
it grows.
a sun arises into our sight,
gently fades away,
night.
a pale circle,
soft light in a distance.
we see the coming
and going.

like a leaf

like a leaf

a shadow lay under
the fig of the tree.
a leaf fallen,
tossed in the wind.
separated from the branch
decomposed into the dirt,
soil washed with water.
back into the roots
of the tree,
slowly.

dwell

dwell

to play into the rhythms
of the universe
to see the folly of our ways

to feel lines move with air
and trees jump in the wind

to dive into the core, ready
available for anything

a channel open,
a river runs deep and wide
it supplies it's dwellers

let us find the channel for
energy of a great unknown
dwells within.

out my window

out my window

the tender shoots bow down,
meet the earth
branch to soil
creates a habitat, a standing place
and a view,
pastures unravel and
lie down perfectly
in rows
behind it.

riverside

riverside

journey into translation,
you have forgotten a signal...
to hold, to let go
to reap, to sow
a vow once more, you led me
to a riverside of wealth
i spilled the truths,
scattered on the banks
they will glitter with light
pass by in the night.

i tell you once more
you have to ride
to find,
a truth,
a speck that glistens
with the light
circumstances will tell you
meaning in rhyme,
to the north, the south
spin your axis round
and rotate into the night.

i seek to find you, ride
until we meet,
your feet stay strong,
as i teach you
the meaning of a riverside.

pale rider

pale rider

ride through,
ride on pale rider, ride
pass through the town,
journey over the bridge
       of fresh water
back to the fertile hills,
        crops to harvest,
where the cows feed heartily,
where the rain falls down
         the sun will dry
flowers will bloom, flowers
     will die
clouds pass over, the sky
     will stay blue
the animals will tell you
   the direction of where to

ride on pale rider, ride
   squeeze between the low valleys,
   pass over that mountain side.
there is a message waiting
when you come to the other side.

plow

plow

to dust, to earth, rain and shadows..

a light shines on, it shines high through the clouds.

rain down, soak up the earth, fertile land arise.

the farmers must work, the people must plow, 

to continue for next generations. 

eatin'

eatin'

true berries pulled off, i felt the plushness in my mouth.
gushes, sweetness of the seed's potential on my own
tasting frame ... instead of planting its origins to where it belongs.
why not more berries, more growth,
instead of filling stomach with a second
of selfish absorbance.
do we waste the berries?

into the wild

into the wild

free with abandon. 

out in the wild, his heart sings.  

it races from the simple freedoms.

the conformities of the world, "you think you want more than you need".

it tied his heart in strings, 

and he, then,

decided to break free.  

traveling -

foot, rubber, tracks, water....

far from the constraints in his life.

his heart belonged to discovery, to nature.

God was one with him

as he traveled the land.

his breath more pure, 

his hands more clean.

alone in the wild to find.

silt and sand

silt and sand

residue, particles left untouched,

building, creating a new piece of evidence

of life's collections.

water rushed, smoothing, polishing

off the rough areas. 

embedded in each other, gathering sacredly -

bonded.

the silt and sand.  tiny,

tiny as it can be - slipping

through fingertips.  so small,

one cannot hold it in the hands.

so small.

water is the mixing agent. 

rose and set

rose and set

a new year has come, a new year has set like the sun.

the waves washed over us, cooling, salty.

the sun rose, the sun set. 

birds came back, migration long and necessary.

home again, they sit in the sun.

the sun rose, the sun set.

trees came alive, blossomed to perfection.

the birds shared their branches.

the sun rose, the sun set.

leaves to shed, they hit the ground.

bugs spent their last days flying, 

swarmed up and buzzed out.

the sun rose, the sun set.

coolness set the air's tone, wind whispered its power.

cold had come.

the sun rose, the sun set. 

bliss

bliss

the flow of energy
embracing like a warm breeze
a chilled lake
a bird sweeps over
the skyline
peace in the mountains
lay there quietly
sturdy
beauty is everywhere
gentle hushes my heart
my eyes are soft
galleries of pureness
as i learn to accept
the way it is.

in the mornings

in the mornings

in the mornings, 

i do see clearly. 

there is not a lot 

that jumbles 

and twists me,

so in tune with my world, 

rather than just seeing 

it happen around me. 

the morning today 

is beautiful, 

shadows fall 

like patchwork 

on the grass...

sent there from the branches,

leaves from the high trees.

the sun shining through and around them. 

the birds sing their songs,

and fly after meals 

for the day.

squirrels that are 

forever hunting 

their acorns and 

flying from tree to tree 

chasing each other. 

i find it amusing to sneak peeks into the lives of those squirrels.

in the mornings, i think 

of nothing else 

than the morning. 

i think softer.

i feel softer. 

i pray

that it would stay 

with me all day.

i adore

the attitude 

of morning. 

i breath deep and 

inhale the new day. 

today will be gone 

tomorrow

so i must live it joyfully

today.

grass

grass

pulls,
blades of grass
for sheer pleasure.
ability of nature
to replenish,
its wander.
grows
uncontrollably
with sun and rain.
grow upright,
pulled to destroy.
river fronts
hold the pastures,
relinquishing
moisture to pass on,
down the chain of life.

maintain

maintain

petals dropping dew.

piling leaves in autumn's day.

whispering in a crowd,
telling secrets to a love
too wild to maintain.

and healing wounds
with band aids
and pure water.

petals dropping dew.