I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees
I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid.
Category: Poetry
The Faithful SkepticĀ
The faithful skeptic
Balancing my need to KNOW
With my need to trust
Birds Singing at Dawn
The day’s beginning
With amazing potential
Bird’s singing at dawn
Early morning with birds singing boldly. I’m not quite ready to leave the comfort of bed and blankets. The sky slowly lightens, second by second.
A Monday Morning HaikuĀ
I hope your week meets all your dreams and aspirations. May you find fulfillment, ppurpose and joy.
Birds AwakenedĀ
This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened
This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl?
A Sunday Meditation
Sunlight piercing leaves
A rough hewn cross pulls my eyes
Birds break my thoughts
Good Night Haiku
A Meditation About DreamsĀ
Oblivion’s edge
Looking downwards from the moon
Glimpsing into dreams
The interesting “thinks” that came through my brain.
Tonight’s Haiku: Buds Become Blossoms
A new testament
The hand of God drifting through
Buds become blossoms
My Morning Meditation
I sit in darkness
Concentrating on my breath
Focusing my mind
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