Upon this odd hour
My mind flutters gracefully
Over bright flowers.
Tag: poem
Reflections
Into myself I dive
Collapsing my life
Into a single
Moment, everything
Becomes clear, but then
Fades beyond my grasp.
Light, Love
Like something
Jane Austen would’ve wrote,
Dancing around edges,
Flickering, flirting, motion,
Seducing me, drawing me
Closer than I should;
Then I would dare if I were
Rational. But that mind
Sleeps on the edge of
Where darkness meets
Light.
Encompassing Oblivion
I seek the oblivion
Of knowledge
Within the finite emptiness
Between yin and yang
Exists everything,
I long for.
I won’t seek to tame.
If anything, it’s your
Flame that appeals
Burning bright against
Dawn’s light. Glorious
Destruction.
Plato’s cave reverberates
My eyes adjust to the light.
Worry
Amazing to me
The transference of worry
To another’s child.
Love’s ability to move
Intertwining deep within
Joyfulness abounds.
Experiences
Experiences
Flowing downwards to my soul
Freedom blossoms forth.
Winter’s Passing
Clouds eating sunlight
Gray brightening in the morn
Life passing quickly
Barren
You rage against me
Simply because I exist.
Windswept barren sand.
Being Human
Funny humans,
The only part of this
Universe that flails
And rages, expecting
Full control of this
Immensity.
Winter Observations
Over the winter I noticed the congregation of crows off around 405
near the Beardslee exit in Bothell. Masses of them, swarming, much
like starlings, without the elegance. As the weather has warmed up,
this feathered city has dissipated.
Trees have been in bloom for quite some time. This, too, is a delight.
Most all trees are at least in bud, the majority laden with blossoms.
A few stragglers remain. I noticed bees a few weeks back. True honey
bees. And I will not mistake a hornet for a bee.
Our weather has embraced a Spring mania. Rain, followed by sleet,
fading to hail, with some snow for good measure. Intermixed with
random bursts of sunshine. Life in the Northwest under the shadow of
the covergence zone.