I want to hide away

and go

where the trees,

the sun,

the air,

the creek is…

Hide away alone

where I am

truly known.

Sunbursts freckle

I am returning.
Breath felt
In throat
On skin.
Solitude footsteps
echoed on earth.
Freckling sunburst halos
on eyelashes,
seen through 
squinting watery eyes.
A robin
comes closer…
we are not separate.

Went for a winter walk through the creek/forest just when the sun started to set and ended as the sky turned to night. Its amazing how snow that reflects a darkening sky glows warmly like soft sunshine. I loved looking up at the sky, blinking my eyes, only to open them and see the first stars of the night spontaneously appear..oh and I saw only one human — probably a hologram, lol. At the end an owl cat-called at me, sounding like a wild turkey in heat.

Songbird Echo

Was that a winter songbird 
Whose notes
Echo a spring memory?
Maple and walnut trunks
Murmur hollow creaks —
As if heavy old cellar doors,
Not opened a thousand years.
Crispy leaf clusters
Clinging to naked branches
Flutter in harmony
The sound of waves
Striking million grains of sand —
Sizzling effervescence.
Invisible wind
Tousles and combs me
Nature dreadlocks,
A Medusa’s mane
I wear.
Alone I walk
In hodgepodge layers
That become my fur.
The sun seems happy 
To see me.

I saw photos from a ceremony of young people becoming Buddhist monks and nuns at Plum Village. My heart felt so warm and happy upon seeing the photos. Parts of me are still connecting, and wondering if that will be my destiny some day.

"Do not say that I’ll depart tomorrow
because even today I still arrive.
Look at me: I arrive in every second
to be a bud on a spring branch,
to be a tiny bird whose wings are still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone."

— Thich Nhat Hanh (via catwriter)

(Source: ashramof1, via catwriter)

I still love you

You exploded and swayed
With embracing flames
As I moved slowly beneath you.
Looking up through you
Sun showering through your layers,
Tingling my spine.
As time has passed
You stand still now —
A black skeletal silhouette.
Pale gray and peach skies
Embrace your frame from behind.
I see you
And my heart still swells.
I hear my minds’ voice smile:
“I still love you.”
I still love my favorite trees.

Gentle peace

Once you genuinely let go of all that you desire, you become filled with quiet deep peace. At that moment of letting go, like clockwork, all that you previously desired floods into your life in an instant — yet you then realize the peace is the only thing you need to fill your heart, your being. Then you have the option to select your “desires” wisely, as to sustain that inner peace.

Float and Fly

As you walk,
There is a moment 

Where your stride
Does not touch the ground

And you float in air.
Slow down.
Watch yourself fly
In the present moment.