walking slow
through crowds
unrelenting scatting voices
crossing peace gardens
hush hush
why must it be explained
gravel walkway
gaits of many crunch arrhythmic beat
insert noise here
before a tranquil lily pond
placate this uneasy heart
oh white mulberry
humble leafy shelter for me and
this still trani meditation stone🪶
Sunday morning early
stepping outside barefoot
witness
nature’s subtle satisfaction smile
last night’s lightning, thunder
and rain,
gift of change🪶
Voice of steady calm
deeper then deeper still
Distractions tossing pebbles
soft rain upon windowglass
Drawstrings of a satin bag
closing loosening bound escapees
Crumbs dropping in silence
a straw grass collection plate
All those memory hallways
nebula of evermore faded rainbows
Maybe mindfulness intends
less nothing more everything
Freedom for wandering
fragments thought long gone to dust
Tranquility:
Elusive thing
obscured by humans’
hunger for
Self sounds:
Unstoppable utterances
inconsequential as
twitches of
dreaming dogs.
Why do you
sit quiet mornings
places where
no light
seeps in?
I reflect
pay homage
dream hope
to inhale one elusive
drop of stillness.
Come.
Tree left it
for you here
before he fell
crying his
thunderous earthsong
sit erect
eyes open
Listen
for Wind.
Do not speak now
dawn whispers
wind verses
morning birth
renewing promises
temple bells
soaring multitudes
carry your
song.
A good day
begins with sunrise
birdsong
a soft blanket
quiet rooms
solace of the heart
lightness of being
anticipation of new.