
the wind stopped
and the whole world stilled
a settling of collective rest

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

in nothing
everything
rejoiced

becomes possible
by accepting
circumstances.

At each ending a beginning,
at each beginning an ending.
Infinity.

rain drops into the pond
ripples merge
into the whole.

There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.

The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
everything flows.

The place to be
is precisely where you are.

As the workers toil in the carpet of sage
they hum and buzz their dictum
“from each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs”