Friday, January 30, 2015

Being - tanka

the trees sing
the birds are in song all day
the night silence sings

all of creation brimming
with the ecstasy of Being


Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The wounded heart - tanka

I do not know when
you impaled yourself in me
daring, unflinching

the wound has been bleeding 
nothing but exquisite joy


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Bee song - haiku

the flowers wait
as lovers do, for bee buzz
somewhere, rain falls

I pluck beans
a gift to me from the bees
more precious than gold

who would have thought
my heart would burst open
with bee hum?


Monday, January 26, 2015

Just silence

a silence
sits on the moving river
call it a poem

or the spirit
from which all things rise
I just gaze until

it erases me
and then there is just silence
looking at itself