Big rocks
Little rocks
White gravel
Grey pebbles
Green moss
Earth wall
Seeing nothing
Mind closed
(Look again)
People chatter
Dappled sunshine
Gentle patterns
Lovingly tended
Every day
Nothing seeing
Open mind
Endless, zen [o]
I ache… for cake! [o]
I feel the skies darkening
The tension builds, the clouds swirl
Suddenly it is all around me
Lttle rivers of mud appear at my feet
Is it the water or the wind
That cools my cheek?
An immense sadness and relief
floods my world
I cry as I remember the falling rain
When I am six [o]
Life is meaningless,
Life is precious
Fine soil, streaming through our fingers
Days spent on mindless tasks
Worship money, justify suffering
Of others and ourselves, an endless pursuit
Everywhere, the poor and the infirm are the same
Walking past, how we avert our eyes
Ascribing meaning to that which has none –
Of precious things, we lose our sight [o]
Happy here, simply being
Yellow leaves, fluttering
Shining sun, day begins
Painted frame, birds sing
Yesterday’s clothes, rumpling
Simply here, happy being [o]
Sitting in the shade
And yet the prickly sweltering
Heat engulfs my skin I hear
A rustling in the trees beyond
The chirping of a bird, a child
Shouts with glee as the
Laughing buddha statue tilts while
Standing in the sun [o]
I’m not worried about the spiders.
It’s the spider-eating, shark-riding, snake-charming, kangaroo-fighting crocodiles…
…that keep me up at night [o]
The grass is the same
On the other side of the world
The sun shines more warmly
Brown leathery leaves quiver
A gentle breeze stirs
A red ball whirls through the air
Palm trees in straight lines
Autumn, in Spring [o]
The cozy warmth of a fleece blanket
Tucked in bed, the hum of a fan
The silence of my thoughts in darkness
All around, the things I love
(And think I love)
And yet alone, all alone
And all at once,
Beloved [o]
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