I am
as I came
a guest
not a ‘name’
an acolyte
not a master
a mystery
to many
a fool
to most
a gray
solitary
ghost
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Miniature 244
we are linked
one within another
an endless loop
without beginning or
end a knot
entwined about itself
one within another
an endless loop
without beginning or
end a knot
entwined about itself
Miniatures 242 and 243
if purpose be divined
it is to gain
insight into shifting light
where paradox rotates
about a core but we
bound by fateful decree
merely sense what stirs
in our midst
a moment longer
than an interval
would permit
time to unfold
at fingertip
becoming
is
selecting
knowing
is
doing
being
is
believing
change
is
renewal
hope
is
faith
it is to gain
insight into shifting light
where paradox rotates
about a core but we
bound by fateful decree
merely sense what stirs
in our midst
a moment longer
than an interval
would permit
time to unfold
at fingertip
becoming
is
selecting
knowing
is
doing
being
is
believing
change
is
renewal
hope
is
faith
Monday, April 25, 2011
Miniatues 236 and 241
little worth
the need
to possess
so much
241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy
the need
to possess
so much
241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy
Miniatures 215 and 221
215.
keep to
the simple
the line
is straight
if it curves
return the
way you came
221.
to see
is to
know
to listen
is to
sense
the essence
of silence
keep to
the simple
the line
is straight
if it curves
return the
way you came
221.
to see
is to
know
to listen
is to
sense
the essence
of silence
Miniature 235 and 204
235.
little to say
much to do
keep silent
move slowly
all flowing
from within
204.
where it begins
is unknown
where it ends
is beneath
our feet
little to say
much to do
keep silent
move slowly
all flowing
from within
204.
where it begins
is unknown
where it ends
is beneath
our feet
Silent Presence
Silent Presence
wherever I look
I see your image
in the flower
at dusk embedded
clouds resting above
an orange horizon
when I listen
your voice speaks
in the wind
summoning me home
196,
we dream in fantasy
live in an enigma
die in memory
with what cannot
be forgotten
wherever I look
I see your image
in the flower
at dusk embedded
clouds resting above
an orange horizon
when I listen
your voice speaks
in the wind
summoning me home
196,
we dream in fantasy
live in an enigma
die in memory
with what cannot
be forgotten
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