lincoln park haiku
breeze blows in languid summer
lying in sunlight
leaves fall from Madrona tree
The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness Only when there is stillness in movement can the spiritual rhythm appear which pervades heaven and earth. -TS’AL-KEN T’AN This is the place in which I have been living for quite some time. I haven’t been sitting much and haven’t been at the computer to update…
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…