neither chasing
nor evading
what is
The Buddha Sits
Oh To Be
full of light
and flourishing
in the dead of winter
Becoming Invisible
holding completely still
the bird’s mantra
I am one of the leaves, I am one of the leaves
A New Way Of Being
brittle and brown
a mirror
for light
The Path Is Paradox
by being still
becoming
part of the motion
The Woods Contented
their satisfaction of being
is to be filled
with newness
When Being Empty Is Being Whole
the light and fluff
dispersed
a meadow star remains
In The Dooryard Of The Birdhouse
the world
bloomed around us
it was enough just to be
Vibrant As The Sun
it burst into being
and brought me
with it
Imagined Into Being
a green day dream
the whispering of leaf buds
the laughter of leaves
Symmetry
as you are
so
you give
Answered
the pines
asked no questions
all was answered in being
Gladness
holding
and emanating
the lightness of being
Thee of Tree
all the ways
of being
residing together
The Amplification of Being
deep silence
listening to
the shadows move
Lessons from the Ancient Ones
beauty in being
an obligation
mindfully met
Intentions
soft the morning rose
dreaming into being
a wholeness of day
Outside
trees tell
tales of freedom
outside the garden fence
Illuminati
before bursting into being
possibilities illuminate
the breath of every second
Peacefully
everything found
its perfect place
to be