Sunday, June 17, 2012

Another vist


Recurring patterns in nature,
the leaf, the flower petal, the butterfly─
how can I think that I am somehow
separate? Duality simply fails
common sense and observation.
















 Another visit from the cabbage butterfly

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Balance


Mid-day and it sometimes seems
too much to achieve that balance:
beauty, progress and serenity.

A lesson in the cabbage butterfly:
its tiny feet holding a beautiful
meadow sage, enormous wings
spreading into the light.


Sunday, June 3, 2012

Sunset


Joyously,
Bach thundering in the postlude,
leaving, just as he desired.

Celebration of a life so well lived.
In modesty, he chose Mighty Lak’ a Rose
to balance Prelude and Fugue in D.

And as the last notes faded,
the evening sun streaming
through ancient, west-facing
windows…sunset 
and farewell, friend.


Sunday, May 27, 2012

In the teeming crowd


In the midst of a teeming crowd
some curl their heads toward warm feathers,
seemingly oblivious to their world.

A grizzled old man and a very sad young man
sit on a nearby street each day, kind of like birds,
part of the scene, yet tucked away.


Sunday, May 20, 2012

Distractions


That sudden turn:
to catch a partly heard conversation,
perhaps startled by a sudden breeze.
I cannot decide: lack of focus
or responding to the moment?


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Staying in the moment


Quietly sitting in the warm Spring sun
waiting for nothing I can name.

A slight breeze through the blooming
tomato plants: contemplating a harvest. 

And, then a tiny visitor brings the moment,
now, and it is simply perfect.


Friday, May 4, 2012

Touched by a butterfly


The touch of a butterfly
on a child’s finger.
So evanescent,
yet filled with strength and trust.

Many things complicate life,
when we are neither child nor butterfly.
Too often fear and knowledge
overcome the gentle moment.