She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Three Minutes Forty Four Seconds at Zenspace



Sometimes
A warm
Quiet
Rainy
Afternoon

Can be just the
Magic
I have been longing for

Friday, May 15, 2009

The Witness



Silently she waits
Eyes never close
Never a shoulder
To turn cold

Forgotten it seems
To those around her...

The spider weaves
The blossom contemplates
The Crow gathers
As the seasons chase each other
Around and around
Her little garden

There is more to this place
Than meets the eye
And she knows it well
Seeing all
Judging not at all

As hope and death
Play out their dance
In an equation that always
Always
Always
Meets perfect balance
In the end

Slowly she counts
The days
The years
The seasons
Of the world

And of the men
And women
Who pass through her tiny space


She stands as witness
That they should have dignity
In their final days
And take solace in her simple blessing
That we may all find peace
And that we are all equal

In the end