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it is not the clouds

which move effortlessly 

across the blue sky,

it is the Self

expansive and beautiful. . .

Oklahoma

Dusty rose,

Is the color of the breeze,

On prairie grasses.

hoarfrost

remnants of crops
touched by an early hoarfrost
and a pink sun

~inspiration from a poem by Heather Mullholland

autumn

in autumn
the butterfly and the flower
kiss goodbye

white hummingbird

A white hummingbird
Drinking divine nectar,
The eternal font.

Awakening

The resplendent Self,
In the form of a flower,
And a hummingbird.

Drama or Dharma?

Within the drama of this world,
Not an inch to stand on.
Yet, within the true Dharma,
There is not a 'person' who stands.

cicadas

summer is not-

complete; until cicadas

sing in rhapsody

Dragonfly

drifting
a dragonfly on the wing
endless summer

Red Dragonfly

Resting on a branch
The hunter and the hunted
Red Dragonfly

resting

In the summer heat
Strawberry fields are empty
Quietly resting

grace

A hummingbird,
Charmed by the flower,
Absorbed in its grace.

Hummingbirds

For a moment,
The hummingbird loses itself,
Within the flower.

the witness

the sweet fragrance
of the perfect presence
always aware

silence

thoughts are shallow
compared to the depth
of silence

the witness

clouds pass by and by
while the clear blue sky, remains-
the eternal witness

good friday - full moon

the full moon
and spontaneous laughter
for no reason

early morning

early morning
the fragrance of matcha tea
holding the warm bowl

Strawberry Fields

After the rains
Cold hands picking strawberries,
One by one by one.

rite of spring

swallows have arrived
filling the sky of my mind
with graceful flight

early morning

early spring
the eloquence of silence
and a Robin's song

Full Moon

The beautiful moon,
Illuminates and is illumined,
As the seer sees.

Summer Lake

summer lake
a great blue heron
stands perfectly still

Who? Who? Who?

call and response -
a hoot owl
singing through me

Full Moon

It is easier
to find the moon
than to find
the person
who sees the moon.

Thou Art That: That Thou Art

I play
Through the Self,
As the Self
Plays through I.

drink tea

steam
rises from a cup of tea
and disappears

morning meditation

sitting very still
opening the hand of thought
becoming the Self

Nataraja

Shiva is dancing
Within you and without you
This very moment.

wind bell

the wind bell
chanting bodhidharma's name
with each passing breeze

awaken

true being
is the end of defining
who you are

August Moon

walking by the shore
the moon's reflection follows
my every footstep.

Silence

Juniper incense,
Rivulets of blue smoke
Rise and disappear.