holding completely still
the bird’s mantra
I am one of the leaves, I am one of the leaves
Becoming Invisible
The Path Is Paradox
by being still
becoming
part of the motion
Becoming One
the temperature rises
snow becomes fog
the universe dissolves into itself
Imagined Into Being
a green day dream
the whispering of leaf buds
the laughter of leaves
Becoming
nothing
to do
but right now
Delectatio
nothing is neutral
everything
is on its way
Becoming One Another
the icing pond
receiving rain
so many ways to be
One
sunlight shines through you
your body wears the tilt of the reeds
what you see you become
Them Apples
gathering sweetness
rounding with time
growing into themselves