*
slowing down
my thoughts like
a hand to stop
.
a wild river yet
.
that split second
is still water to
my thirsty heart
.

*
slowing down
my thoughts like
a hand to stop
.
a wild river yet
.
that split second
is still water to
my thirsty heart
.
*
the painting paints itself
the poem hulls out a story
the clay molds its shape
.
the body I live in softly
falls into a longer dream
on a cloth weaved to be
.
*
give me only one thing
the strength to open
my sails every morning
oh god that you may
lead me through oceans
.
*
I hang each thought
that comes to me
on one line
letters as clothes
pins clicking
.
*
they don’t tire me
the dead
as the living do
.
*
I unfold my dreams
wet from the tiresome
night and their secret
coding drilling me
under the light of day
spread out line after line
.
*
it’s the stall that
makes me nervous
the space between
branches that
.
makes me breath
.
the silent wake up
calls before the
birds sing that
has me pray
.
*
wider are the eyes
as a larger window
neat is the view
I do not feel the acute
angles as I know
I make a difference
.
.
*
it takes one silence
to enter another
silence to draw words
out of poetry
in that quite spot in us
.
.
*
winter hides the green
away
no complementary
colors
even at sunsets
winter
hides but those tiny
flowers
that makes me break
into a smile
.
here and there I smile
some
light out of me shines
.
*
I am sweetly stuck
with poetry
that runs around me
.
*
I stand still
writing
among the bare
woods
.
I stand here
observing
my eyes filled
with beauty
.
the sounds of
ducks in between
the church bells
sharp in the air
.
move my tears to
cover my cheeks
such emotional
life will last
.
in nature we live
we are born
again and again
let’s not forget
.
*
fear lives in us
the more we push it
out the more
it sinks its roots in the dark
.
to be able
to recognize it when
we look from its eyes
terrified
.
at life well aware
we don’t understand
what influences us is what
halts my words now
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.