Plain
Stark
Simple
Unadorned
Entering silence
Encountering the light within
The journey back to the source of endlessness begins
Monday, August 29, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
August Afternoon
August afternoon
They say it will get hotter
For the next few days
He takes his sunglasses with him;
The parking lot has no shade
The local grocer,
Apples under the awning,
With grapes and peaches
Some bees looking for flowers
Hover over the sweetness
Groupies stampeding
As the stage door bursts open,
And paparazzi
Sorting all her appointments
On her brand new palm pilot
The bus boy gathers
The cafe patrons' dishes
And the meager tips
"Fall is my favourtie season,"
She informs her companion
Under the full moon
Lovers talk of where they'll be
Fifty years from now
Purple and blue irises
Blooming in his May garden
Clouds form in the sky
Whlie birds descend to the trees;
A gathering storm
The November spring thunder
Permeates the homes and streets
They say it will get hotter
For the next few days
He takes his sunglasses with him;
The parking lot has no shade
The local grocer,
Apples under the awning,
With grapes and peaches
Some bees looking for flowers
Hover over the sweetness
Groupies stampeding
As the stage door bursts open,
And paparazzi
Sorting all her appointments
On her brand new palm pilot
The bus boy gathers
The cafe patrons' dishes
And the meager tips
"Fall is my favourtie season,"
She informs her companion
Under the full moon
Lovers talk of where they'll be
Fifty years from now
Purple and blue irises
Blooming in his May garden
Clouds form in the sky
Whlie birds descend to the trees;
A gathering storm
The November spring thunder
Permeates the homes and streets
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Journey
Into the silent land I'll walk,
A tracker of the signs of love,
Into the land that leaves no trace,
There to be reborn from above
A tracker of the signs of love,
Into the land that leaves no trace,
There to be reborn from above
Friday, August 5, 2011
Tenuous
Every time I leave my house
I wonder if I will return;
Impermanence has many forms,
A lesson that I've slowly learned.
I wonder if I will return;
Impermanence has many forms,
A lesson that I've slowly learned.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)