Sunday, October 17, 2010
We strolled down the road - Off to see the wizard!
We dozed off in a field of poppies . . . and the sky was whispering through the trees.
We discussed the eternal veins of art that run through the living earth. At the mineral spring water was seeping though the massive rocks. In some places it was gushing.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
smooth and clean as Ocean's edge
all objects are lifted and turned
spun into dance
vast power reorients and sweeps
combs and smoothes
the refreshed and sparkling surface
the tidy tide receeds
robes gathered in dignity
jingling bracelets making music
the ocean is here not in its shells
but in its essence and principles
the wilderness is here in its silence
its charming openness
sublte and inconspicuous
the blossoms on the branches
with the body of bark