I hung up a poem put in a frameto read again as I pass it each day As a child I caught fireflies in punctured-lid jarsbut at bedtime I’d let them free to go play Frames can highlight beautyjars can capture the fleeting So, I’ll frame my life with intentionslid opened for serendipity
I am Here, where else could I be?This Here is different from any other HereI’ve experiencedThis Here is different from any other Hereothers experience I must appreciate each Here I encounter forHeres are fleetingHeres are limited Each Here is uniquePay attention ormiss it You cannot bring back a Hereeven in your memory becausethe new Hereremembering … More Here
Beetle died on the patio table big guy, looking strong Brought him into the kitchen propped him up on a shot glass Reminds me life is short Take your shot when you can Photo from my personal collection
Cardinal in the garden Blue jay in the dogwood Cardinal flies to a maple branch Her mate joins her from nowhere Jay disappears into oak leaves Woodpecker appears on a tree trunk I have no control over when Life swoops in and out of my window view I also have no control over when Conditions … More Swoop
Call me Queen Anne’s lace, wildflower of convention thriving outside tidy gardens Call me Bitter Root supporting lacy blooms nourishing but also pungent Call me Ephemeral my daintiness short lived till curling up inside myself Call me Tenacity I’ll bloom again once more Rid yourself of me? Not a chance Top photo from my … More Queen Anne’s Lace
I don’t have time I only have this moment as each moment is a when through which time flows I can’t save time I only have this moment as each moment dissipates as it arises I can’t waste time I only have this moment as each moment comes regardless of my actions I have no … More No Time
I breathe the salmon pink and golden peach of sunrise before retreating to my meditation cushion where thoughts pierce my silence then dissolve I hear the chime to find a sunrise that has morphed into a full blue wispy sky of morning Grateful to have noticed the sunrise of my thoughts a reminder to embrace … More Ephemeral Gifts
Consider the beauty of autumn leaves in their last days before letting go Can we embrace such beauty of this non-attachment? We, too, can watch phenomena arise and pass away like hunger or fatigue, a storm or creative thought Investigate what arises then let go of the feelings then let go of even the thoughts … More Letting Go of Latching On
Disk of luminance autumn’s harvest moon delight Wisps of onyx clouds float across her large round face, fleeting veils lace through moonbeams Photo taken by David Holder in SE Michigan on 10/05/2017 Exceptional
Wind Rush 