migrating birds over the lake; a window into the earth.  

the park, its lawn scarred, is left; alone and hurt.

everything is looking for a harbor, a resting place; a rebirth.

the wind is exhausted,
leaves the leaves be;

bearing a fragrance of
wild colours to come.

strong, unperturbed
and placid, lies the sea.

to live and to love is to be vulnerable,
exposing our hearts to flame and to frost.

grief is the most sincere way to honor,
our happiness once it is lost.

calmly be, just be
bow to pain and joy both,
with equanimity

watching a seagull
rest in equanimity
silence between thoughts

chocolate rabbits
chase the spring to come
only the eggs dyed

weekend solace nears
tears of grapes, oak fermented,
tastes of summers past.

to feel reverence and intimacy
with everything we see;

to find traces of divinity in
everyday things;

to realize that imperfections and
cracks below the surface are not
signs of weakness; but traces of life;

to know that in essence, all is unity;

is grace.

sharp blades scar the ice,
to sound less is soundness.
we skate in silence.

sometimes we should let the silence be our words, the darkness our light and the stillness our dance; so that life is processed not only by our minds, but also through our hearts.

how cold this night is,
am I falling from your grace?
ice grazes my heart.

in the end, life will wear us out,
beyond repair.

cast our souls into the void,
but don't despair.

hair, bones and flesh with time
will tatter.  

but luminous beings we are,
not this crude matter.

peaceful morning walk
the sun caresses the snow
dog chases shadows

outside winds whisper
the damp night yearns for the dawn
sleep hides between thoughts

as autumn leaves us,
wind tears through the landscape.
we spring into life.