A Child

A woman lies alone

A child fills the hollow grief

How could I be so blind ?

Trees upon the Mountain

Trees upon a mountain shrouded in mist,
I travel alone, my self a shadow
The mist is my blindness
For are not all trees grounded in the same earth?

On the Fringes

Don't worry the smile is false.
I know that’s easier to grasp.
Surface thoughts and shallow successes –
Everyone wants something they can point to.
What about those on the fringes?
Those who were drawn by the promise of purpose?
What of us who cannot settle on a decision in this relative world?
Us, the lost seekers,
Who have seen enough to know there is no grasping truth
And that no path is followed without destroying opportunity.

Thinness

Everything here has a thinness to it.
Even the strong palms seem riddled by the persistent sun.
The grass is like a child’s pretend world with jagged green paper as turf
The water has weight but no substance - its transparency makes it seem shallow.

Twilight's Wing

The delicate black lace of a dying Imli tree
Set against the twilight’s morning dove wing -
The play of shadow and light, solid and insubstantial
Draws my mind toward the Infinite.

Interconnectedness

The net of the universe hangs like a shawl on my shoulders.

At times, it is woven in love and sustains me.
I glimpse the nature of unity and find peace.

And there are also times when it feels as thought it were made of lead.
The weight of action and responsibility force me to my knees.
The thread is all of humanity and I feel that I am overwhelmed by duty.

But it is my choice - I alone give thought and form to this perception...
Will I be struck by awe at the miracle of our time here
Or will I despair at the emptiness of the universe?

Is there not something in between...some joyful celebration of our bond? Why instead, do these unnamed feelings overwhelm my spirit?

A Journey - 3

Red bridge without water
Distant mountains green and still
A Journey within a step

A Journey - 2

Above a land marbled with nature's wintry touch
I contemplate distance and identity
But while my mind struggles with answerless questions
The land below has changed completely.

A Journey - 1

Pink hued morning glow
I travel far from the known
Flying with fullness

Destination

Destination

Surreal crossroads on foreign land

Waiting in the distance, yet abiding in my thoughts.

Will the vision of shores below wake me?

Will the tide pull my mind from its well-trod earthy paths?

Translucent Pacific, Harsh Atlantic

Ever-changing and ever-constant,

I am as the Ocean.