Irish Rose

May 31, 2008

Your hair is red like
the rose, the soft Irish rose.
My soft Irish rose.


May 31, 2008

I walk through the woods.
Rain starts to fall and I keep
walking down the path.

The air smells green from
the trees, and bird calls echo
on the breeze. So sweet.

Water hits my face.
Rain drops falling, birds calling.
That is life, the same.


May 31, 2008

Jewish, Christian, and
Buddhist all mean the same thing
Funny how that works

What is

May 31, 2008

Sitting on the edge
Your chest moving in and out
What else is out there

Bear Breath

May 30, 2008

Sitting like a bear
In the forest at nighttime
Sniff the leaves and breathe

Frying Fish

May 30, 2008

We spend lots of time
With things we really don’t need
Bigger fish to fry


May 29, 2008

Talk is too noisy
We should sit more silently
We are quite lucky