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.

Haiku One

Compassionate Bonds
Driving my soul to bend, break
Mind's quiet defeat

Rootless Path

A Maple with a grain of deep velvet,
Full of life but marred by its own growth.
My mind has many hidden paths,
My mind is like a baseless tree - its roots lost to the dream of Samsara.

On the Edge of the Storm

Darkness descends out of time on the edge of the storm.
A single blossom glows, a chill wind sweeps down the mountain.
My heart aches for those far from where I am.
Nothing seems so precious as it is in a moment
Where nothing can be taken for granted.

Shekhina’s Song

Dark wings carry this illuminated body.
Held aloft by shadowed ritual and wordless vows.

It is the darkness that is embellished by the moon’s glowing visage -
An inky sea made tangible but continually transcendent.

A night garden, where each blossom exudes its own hidden nature.
Every nocturnal breath an affirmation of our own mortality.

Drums-Music

The beat of a heart tainted with self pride,
Resounding with the echoes of self worth.
A finite melody drifting aimlessly into oblivion.
No more than this leads the life dance of mankind

Keeping time, we are compelled forward.
A Constant presence – changing in extremes:
In love and in fear.
Until the instrument thunders no more
And silence commands the air…
What music remains to guide us then?

Few alive can hear the eternal song cry out
Seeking to steady their footfall against its universal melody
Each step towards bliss: all-pervading
Surrender to the whispered lullaby with out age
A dance: perfect in its continuing incompletion
Your partner - the eternal
Your stage – the passing years

A performance without parallel amidst a sea of uncertain steps

A Heavy Fog

A heavy fog masks my landscape,
Turning delicate peaks into hidden daggers.
Vast wastelands are all that remains of my spacious fields
And every pit now seems a trap hidden from sight.
Each step taking me.
I am lost on a familiar landscape:
My heart is swollen with grief and my mind falters
under its fearful burden.
What is of value in a colorless home?
Where do you ground yourself in the mist?