My love, as you lie on your bed
the first morning rose I'll pick--upon
your gentle hair to deck
ere the day's sunshine is gone

Blue sky kisses hills

casts its shine on calm waters

watched by lonely trees

Autumn yawns o'er field

first light of moon to descend

lone farmer at work

Life and death, joy and sorrow- they belong to each other;
without one, the other doesn't exist.

Zen and Taoism accept the flow of life as it is-
the such-ness is the reality; to go against this flow
is to live in fear, suffering and ignorance.

If the mind is free from dualistic thinking,
there's peace, clarity and compassion.
In this self-liberation,  death is accepted in complete equanimity.

He who has not rid himself of the fear of death can't be a happy person.

( I have a chapter on mortality in my forthcoming 8th book which is on living purposefully in turbulent times, in response to Covid 19-
28,000 words?  Book will be sent to my publisher in Melbourne by December)

Melancholic heart

at loss of what words to say

night stirs up past love

At the deep end of life

there's a dark murky river

do you ever dare dive

into its forbidden water?



Oh, where is it, where?

I wonder and I wonder

it can't be found anywhere

I later realise-- it's at my heart's very corner.

In being alive

my heart opens to sing

all else I set aside

such joys does the moment bring-



in being alive

love blooms as in sweetest spring

in bliss I abide

there's splendour in everything