I was born to dance with interconnections cottonwood seeds perform a ballet outside my window on this breezy late spring day My homeland emerged dancing with interconnections airy, some seeds float up, some seem to hang in the air, they change direction and speed The universe exploded to dance with interconnections no destination, just playing … More Interspersed
Pull on the layers of living like fine new garments The world feels, for this moment, bathed in grace Wild things do not tax their lives with forethought The spring is signaled by birdsong With the ruffling of throat feathers Be the very hero of birds Darling, you are part of this wild design Remember … More Under Birdsong [cento]
Unknowing is not a cloud that conceals understanding requiring explanation to clear the air Knowing is the cloud perhaps seductively defined by wisps and vapor Rorschach shapes of weather spilled like milk across the sky You can analyze the knowing cloud but only in the now; if you study for just a moment you see … More Unknowing
cool August morning prelude to hot afternoon ephemeral breeze Graphic is an original watercolor painting.
When loss blows you awayfollow winter’s pathembrace the growing darknessbreathe the breeze of gain When blame troubles your heartfeel affection for othersbe secure in your abilitiesbreathe the breeze of praise When sorrow drenches you in downpour after downpourbe nourished by the rain thenbreathe the breeze of joy When failure weighs your spirit downsearch for new … More Equanimity
pear trees in blossom breeze through delicate petals spring’s flower snowfall This haiku was first posted May 20, 2019. Photo from my personal collection
pear trees in blossom breeze through delicate petals spring’s flower snowfall Photo from my personal collection
An ocean of leaves wave in a summer breeze splashing my face with a life force that bridges my spirit to tall full trees in August Photo is an original of trees in my back yard.
Catapult me into joy – oh, leaves in brief suspension before swaying down to earth oh, clouds that paint a full moon with broad brush strokes oh, freedom of loose hair blown back by sudden breeze oh, whiff of campfire memories clinging on my shirt Amidst mundane moments I glimpse these jewels of bliss, intimate … More Catapulting Into Joy
Layers of birdsong Emerge as rain subsides Then comes rain again A cool breeze brushes my face My cells sing to the zephyr Original photo by LuAnne Holder Transient
Wind Rush 