I eat my breakfast,
gazing at the morning life.
But slowly, slowly
as each step makes
a flower bloom.
Each step…..
a gratitude heart,
dissolving the grey dawn.
This is visible, everyday
– an eternal law.

My body in its autumn,
hidden among the roots
and winter shelf dust.
The people are too few,
now nothing stands
between me and the sky above.
An October red shift,
rekindles itself – my slumber
on a journey.

A poem and a picture from this morning.

My eyes are open,
each flower smiles with me.
I see it is there,
up and down the street –
giving more than taking.
So much better,
than a thousand hollow lines.
I take a deep breath,
for the suffering of others –
and journey on.

This very place, I sit, still –
the white clouds
stabilizing the spirit,
revealing the truth
with a clear mind.
Without an obstacle in sight –
there is no stirring,
and nothing to add.

Into the figures of night,
or the pale moments
concerning the walls of death.
I know now, nothing is hidden.
A poignant sadness makes
you crazy, and everything still
has to be dealt with.
We don’t have a single thing.

oznorCO

Following my morning meditation, and watching time.. I wrote this poem.

Legs folded, head still –
no voice for ears to detect.
And emptiness just fills.
You are bound to
become something,
if you practice.
Life is not what it seems,
nor is it otherwise.

Nothing is permanent in life,
my personal experiences have shown me this.

Sitting alone, listening
to the crickets talk.
I realise I am
everything I am not.
A turtle is said,
to live ten thousand years.
A painted lady butterfly,
twelve months.
Death is coming,
closer and closer day by day.
A life of impermanence,
nothing surprises me.

hdrpl

Today I am safely alive,
autumnal ripeness
and descending desires.
I look now at the very moment,
half-way between life and death.
And bear no grudge.

Drinking tea alone everyday,
I seem to forget the return
of time.

Each sip, a moment in life
– slow, mindful with no rush
toward the future.

Only this moment, watching
the flowing of stillness – my
mind becomes distant.

The moments between
birth and death,
sun and moon shine bright.
Then fade into the sound
of silence.
But not enough to make
me forget, the cherry trees that
blossom every year.
And the love between
woman and man,
a drifting stream of cloud life
– peaceful and calm.