Emptiness

My heart is cooled by drops of emptiness.
–– Thich Nhat Hahn

Ode to My Children

Acutely aware of my presence,
she steers her babies away.

Here a season,
then gone.

Blackberry and chicken
melancholy.

A soul-full of memory.

Sweet Blossom

Sculptural velvet,
petaled light.

Soul sustaining,
gently incensed.

Sweet blossom
blesses the day.

Time On Her Hands

A tiny fragment,
where is it going?

She asserts herself.
I must listen, obedient companion.
There is a point when
the work takes over the worker.

She holds the power,
she has the time on her hands.

10 minute play

Morning lent itself to quick work with my plumeria photo. I decided to allow myself 10 minutes to play with the image and see where it took me. It took me on a wild ride of color. The blending of borders reminded me of the illusion of borders that we all take so seriously, there are no borders in nature. I am pretty sure God has no borders either. I've always wondered where the ripples end when one casts the stone?

Pax

Drink In Pink

Stop, drink in pink,

A riot of roseate petals
dances up the hillside,
the ground is littered with joy.

wings of magic

Winged blessings on a clear mountain morning
Fearless accompaniment to an outdoor feast
Coffee with humming
Crepes with feathered visitors
Heaven must be so