Not far from my home
This plant bursting with spring’s life
Season’s transition
Tag: poetry
Tranquility’s Value
In this raging age
Few value tranquility
I still seek it’s grace
Is it pretentious to call myself a poet?
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Claiming me “poet”
In today’s cold fog: a haiku
In today’s cold fog
Sunlight never reached the ground
Winter approaches
Mindfulness in Chaos
Facing down chaos
Though I spend time focusing
New demands arise
What are we seeking?
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Dawn Approaches
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A Photo Mediation
As one stares upwards
Admiring ornate art
Expressions in stone
Another image found on Bing (it’s from this website. Really interesting work).
I’ve long admire such stonework. The craftsmanship is exquisite, but I’m even more impressed by the mind the conceived it.
My Pre-Dawn Mind: A Morning Haiku
Sitting here, pre-dawn
My mind frantic with work stuff
The night is quiet
I’m awake, my mind reeling with ideas. Sadly, but restful, peaceful ones. Rather, things I need to change, ideas i need to incorporate. In the morning calm, my brain is editing my work. But they most desirable thing, I guess. It doesn’t facilitate and being of being well rested. The
My response? Open up my tablet and capture these notions, then set an Afghan to remind me to look at them once in at work. It calms my mind.
The Election Is Nearing
Election nearing
Phone ringing incessantly
This quest for power