Haiku +1

Daffodils announce

Spring’s officially running

the neighborhood again

To Erika

Kindred spirits in our ways
What bliss so close to hear you play
Simple and sublime, open-hearted and committed to it
Having to choose between watching your fingers pluck strings with fierce tenderness or look down to capture your essence,

I did a bit of both. Enjoy the next bit of journey you take.

The light this day
Sung in soprano tones
Golden till the gloaming arrived
Blue now and tequila pink somewhere on a horizon line
Circling the globe to light a path for the troubadouress

Love and Light.

Haiku

new love crystallized
the moment it was thought of
happens everyday

new love crystallized
the moment it was dreamt of
happens all the time

new love crystallized
the moment it was spoke of
happening, right now!

Haiku at 10 a.m.

The Truth is Simple
Love is Ever-Present, So
Breathe Deep and Often

Start a huge, foolish, project

Start a huge, foolish, project
Like Noah.

It makes absolutely no
Difference what people
Think of you.
   -Rumi

Le printemps

leaf buds abundant as mushrooms, trapped
within velvet covered bark eggshells
yearn to break through
harbingers silently singing
of gentle light and fresh ginger root warmth that stirs
potent juices sleeping in the vines and trunks and roots
salmonberry, maple, pines, ferns and blackberry

newborns hatching
fighting for the lighting
beyond a porous opaque
womb within the cocoon
they tap tap tap till a crack
occurs

time lapse: denouement
green edges and bright white
perfumes escape as Winter Daphne blooms earlier than Daffodils

Botanical rebels and frontrunners
set the stage for the divas with tender constitutions
that dare not take the stage before the proper cue of hotter spotlight
lest they experience stagefright and freeze o'ernight

it will not do,
it was not due,
it best not dew

to frost this scene

(three days later)

Spring's approach, swiftly
Scented with crisp potential
Crocus burst today

when I was not looking

Sliding Backwards

5:27pm

winds been blowing all day long
disrupting little outside
distracting me endlessly
imagined what it might feel like to be
rooted to a place
subject to being blown upon all day long
whether it was wanted or not?

do trees mind they are at the mercy of a strong wind or too much rain that might erode the stability of the soil they root within?

lightening has yet to strike any of these trees I call siblings

or do they simply live in the flow
even though they aren't water or air
at peace with forces that destroy and nurture
reminded each spring: without water and air they'd not exist

the view from this window of mine
static and ever changing
a picture of duality, chaos, harmony, life beginning, and decay
that feeds life by recycling, transmuting and transforming infinitely

green, green, green, and mottled brown-grey bark, and silver on the youthful limbs where light hits just right the slender bare maple
a piliated woodpecker enters stage left in search of grubs
a robin scopes the grounds for worms in the spotty patch of grass
earth brown and peppered speckled sparrows streak the red brown earth darting for the cover of exposed roots between frenzied ongoing searches for what we all need

Chi. Energy. Love. Food. Source. And always in need of another meal of it.

I'm not feeling very buddha-like today as the gloaming approaches
I'm not experiencing myself as very original as I regurgitate questions asked by the legacies before me and consider confusions that will remain so.

Oh I know the questions and the best answers and most days I believe them to be universal truths. And then there are the days

I'm sliding backwards toward my human-ness after a night with God.

excerpt of a letter to a friend

(Am I?)

Too much alike
Too much of a good thing
Too good to be true

Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.

Speaking of you. Speaking of me. No matter. Same thing.

One coin. two sides. What's on the edge between them. That's the gap I wish to explore.

(I Am? I Am. Yes, definitely I Am.)

The invisible postscript: Directions to this heart--Pick any star and gaze on till morning