Walking along the beach.
I tasted the sweetness of life.
Good thoughts, good words,
and good deeds all around me.
Two hands loving.
Two hands playing.
And my two hands,
keeping my love and
passion for learning warm.
There and then
I recognized oneness.
And the cycle was broken.
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​Winter birds
argue with each other.
Making the earth tremble.
So, I mindfully
pick my way home.
I name each step with
a beauty in my life.
The health I have.
The words I can write.
The cup of black
coffee waiting for me.
And the special friends
who help me know the way.
As if my magic.
Everything is calm again

Whether I am
walking or I sleep.
The world comes and goes.
Nothing can hold it back.
Some seem unsatisfied
with the hills, streams
and busy streets.
And look around
for fortune telling.
Standing alone,
or writing alone.
I delight in the moments,
simple and ordinary.
On hearing the morning
cry of the magpies.
Or watching the wind and clouds.
roam around the city.
Everyday is new to me.
Awake or asleep,
there is nothing more.

Some people
indulge in the game.
Letting their heads slip away.
Whilst others just quit.
How ugly do the
most beautiful feel.
There are some,
floating in the air,
full of human building.
An altogether different
state of mind.
So, I look for these
faces in the crowds.
For I think this is
the way to be.
Full of human building.
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Walking, and cutting
through the gaps.
I see a brilliant bridge,
built over the distant
hills and mountains.
Moving me beyond the
memories of the
good old days.
To an enchanting present.
And all the beauty
and kindness.
That is already
around me.

There is a reality.
Like a fragrance
from the flowers.
That is, when my mind
is still, beauty is boundless
and all around me.
I meet it everywhere.
Even in streets of shadows.
So, I let tranquility
be my guide
and just observe the
noise of the world.
Afterall, in the end
we are all dust.

​Winter sunshine,
​falls upon winter sunshine.
​And all around me,
earth transmits a peace.
So, the best thing to do.
Is keep walking on new paths.
Trying not to get drawn into
the world of illusion.
Which is so familiar to me.
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Making my way through the
sights and sounds of the streets.
Life takes the form of a pure body.
Set outside the cold winter sun.
The day-long whispers of
my desires seem lost.
And all that is left.
Are the unfinished strains
of the naked trees.
Waiting for a new spring.

Even if my mind is full of sorrow.
There are always new delights.
A sunset.
A smile from another.
A crisp winter walk.
A kind word, or two.
A game of chess,
with a good person.
A fine cup of coffee.
These are the openings
to a change of mood.
And a life no longer rued.
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The sky is endlessly high.
And the ground I walk on,
streams of jade flow.
As I walk, my mind is focused
on nothing from the world.
Like a cloud, drifting alone.
I lean on nothing, but myself.