haikus for two nights

fog haze on the field,

the moon makes a gradient

fading from above.

tall grasses flicker,

creating a static maze

we sense with our toes.

i hear you from afar,

connecting direct moments

separate from time.

orbiting, still unseen,

the low cloud on the field 

departs for the day.

RED SMILES: renku

Rising into light

Connected to the moon's face

The spiral sees all

A cycled color circle

The shape of form and spirit

Red painted the past

The tree stands in the future

Still in yesterday

Leaves tremble without the wind

Their veins, ever blossoming

Run in the forest

Pulsating green energy

We have so longed for

Breathing in the mist and dew

A silent song is spoken

The sun is the heart

Breathing slow and watching close

Creating shadow

It follows us everywhere

Flying free from the branches

No audio time

Singing chords and fleeting hordes

Alone, ring the chime

Inhaling the mist and dew

A silent song is spoken

Seeds that cannot grow

Patiently wait on the sill

Planted in the mind

Hushed with determined focus

Watching each breath, in and out

Not by our own choice

We feel that which was here

Before we were here

Steady falling rain brushes 

The leaves as we run through them

I am my father

Connected, I know

We sing through smiles

my new album:

http://www.femrecords.com

time factory

death is knocking at the door

what a colorful cycle!

12:00 forgotten the art of longhand

desires wilt as flowers

Oghatinnoti

i want you to meet my new friend.

this is Oghatinnoti!

he is really special to me!

he is happy to meet you.

the thought of making hummus

i remember once, an octopus came to my house and made hummus

now,

just thinking about making hummus makes me content and fills me with joy

a truly pleasant feeling

the taste of olives in brine is truly divine

thinking about the taste, i can taste the thought

and it makes me smile and laugh

everything is a miracle

nonduality

facts are not solid

good = bad

question or statement?

we are one and not separate

we are not really our selves

defined by creeping moss

the facial expressions crevices in rocks

the soothing sound of running water

but shock never wears off

it disappears at times

from where our path leads us

coloring outside the lines

when we become sun chasers

because you wished it would stay

as faced with desolate grey

nothing is permanent, thank goodness

as the days glide before our eyes

and the trails the planes leave in the sky

no two moments are the same

"what do you surmise?"

we can all withstand samsara,

it has never been a breeze;

these chasms of sarcasm, 

this abyss of unrest.

the way to nirvana has been shared with me,

i am now sewing my seeds.

circumscribed earthquakes,

geometric rainbow trees.

i smell something sweet

as Isis stays with me.

Oghatinnoti embraces 

when i am in need.

he does love me dearly,

with my magenta moon phases.

sunflower retinas, galaxies in dream;

awake during sleep, neutralized desire.

muses sing softly, chanting in the depths

of the ocean where all is calm,

i am patient for time

when i will join in their song.

Aikido

in harmonious rhythms

the universe is 

a single song

all encompassing, in which we are composed

with every rhythmic step we take.

"Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything."

-The Art of Peace

 By Morihei Ueshiba, John Stevens

eyes in the tree