In the present
I have forgotten
how things came
to as are
I no longer
remember the harvest
or the gathering
and this comes
as a surprise
hearing myself say
there you be
and I belong
Category: Meditation
Place
That place
you wish
you were
I am
those sounds
that you
wish that
you’d hear
I’ve heard
winged dreams
floating on
the clouds
of silence
and stars
like opals
gives peace
this place
Else
What I
was meant
to do
I’ve done
this then
is what
comes after
and very
little else
Fish
The day darkens
but not night
just some clouds
heavy with memories
that will come
down as rain
a murky haze
a stirred pond
where even fish
lose their way
fish balance too
when sun shines
Ornament
The glow
that floats
across floor
and lands
in a
million pieces
scattering trapped
raindrops glowing
on windows
into ornaments
hung cautiously
by hand
and this
then is
my favorite
future to
ever see
