Illuminated Peace

psychodelic fireflies
spin electric aura
luminous conviction
sacrosanct bliss

"The more the words,
the less the meaning,
and how does that profit anyone?"
Ecclesiastes 6:11

A Burning Peace

(technological failure + illness = absence; my apologies)


oh, consume my soul
with lambent tongues of longing

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.