watered down lonely sea submerged mystery dark night grey foam screeching seagulls fly aimlessly mocking the white caps it is as though they circle above this vessel looking down laughing a haunted cackle like white crows but this earthly mariner sleeps his deep sleep in a warm bed as its captain steers his ship toward… Continue reading the watered down sea
I love the crow so dear to me I see him fly his destiny where he goes his crooked fly into the night inside my eyes.
these days I require little. a warm bed to sleep in genuine friends with gentle claws and lots of fur by my side I sit in my garden out of the hot sun watching birds fly to my feeder full of seeds and then into the bird bath they go to bathe themselves and preen… Continue reading Rain drops on my window
is it our mind seeing the sky hearing the bird tweet and tasting our food? we wake everyday into this experience a painted poster full of life we cannot prove exists does our invisible mind arise from our physical brain? God knows where our consciousness resides will he tell us where it lives when we… Continue reading la alucinación
I hung a bird feeder up the other day plenty of seed hanging high they sure make a mess of it scattered all over the patio my feathered friends come and go as they please plain birds, the blue, yellows and the red peck at the seeds, go to wash and flutter in my bird… Continue reading birds
I got lost within the arms of trees and found myself well again warmed in their leafy clenches you can weep there and are understood it is there you are required to be your worst self free of criticism and ridicule leave living an ordinary life to the dull and hapless for I'd rather be… Continue reading dull and hapless
you may have looked for me as I drink well hidden among the cactus flowers it is sunset and I raise my cup to our great sun falling and glorious new moon rising for strange things happen when drunk in how nature has told me she wants me to be I sit in my chair… Continue reading drunk in nature’s garden
when my heart feels heavy with impending doom I ask God, 'why is this so'? he is silent but my doves have landed again returning from who knows where without fail, a wordless answer is given when my doves perch on my wall and coo their coo I have learned to cup my hands and… Continue reading Coo of the dove
Is it our ears who hear, but not our soul? listen closely to the bird singing with all your inner being for nature's subtlety takes flight and will never stay still.
rivers flow to the ocean mixing into its vastness wind blows through tree limbs ruffling its leaves flowers turn their heads to the sun eagerly opening their petals clouds form chasing each other through the sky dropping rain the ground swallows up moisture growing a new weed nothing of heaven and earth is single abiding… Continue reading Divine nature