Breeze

As the yellow warbler chirps softly
In the cool morning air

As the light wind blows gently
between the trees

As the airy day fades pass slowly
with the sun

We don't mind what awaits us
Just what is Here

Picture

Along the seam of the precipice
Awaiting us with its ocean-like
grass
and sky
Raving with glory, blue with debt.

Sits a crow
Eyes as deep as eternity itself
and an old tree
Gnarled from knowledge but
happy

They all smile:
O' tree, crow, cliff, and sky
It seems as if
They all like the company

Beyond That Rusted Gate

The fence was rusted far beyond
What you would imagine
Beyond it lays a vast amount
Of barren wasted thoughts

On the wasteland surpassing
That rusted gate
I threw away my ugly thoughts
That did no good to me

They were bright at first
In the dusty air
They seemed to like The Place
But slowly faded away

I felt different
Without my thoughts
In the cool
Bone-chilling air

Road

Wide and barren road
Much more sky than land
Where shall we travel?

Come

Will I really come?
When I greatly need to come?
Will it come to me?

The Stranger

"Look, look into my eyes--"

"Look - look into my eyes, Stranger
Why do you not look
Into my eyes?
Stranger?

Are you afraid.
Are you afraid that you
Will understand yourself if you do so?
Stranger.

How can you travel, to the places
You have traveled--
Without the heart to glance at feelings
Stranger, Your travels are a waste

Why do you even travel?"

O' maiden, I will not look into your eyes
Because it will remind me
Why I'm Here. 

The Hymn of a Gardener

When you snip a flower
Off from the Earth
For your little glass vase
Make it matter.

Make it so the little
Red rose does not mind
That it is not home, 
That it will die soon.

Put it near a window
Give it a shower
Make it feel of use
That it has at least--

Done one good deed, in its life.

Eyes

    I just realized that if you look at someone in the eye it's not that comfortable!  Try it yourself!

    I used to think that we looked at people in the eye a lot.  Actually we don't.

Octaves

Octaves

Ups and downs
Highs and lows

It ends with the same sound
Just a different octave

Octaves
Just another word for live

Northern Pintail

Northern Pintail