Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
Riding by on my bike on a cool January morning I see single running shoe abandoned in the ditch there is a story there I will never know it earlier I passed a children's daycare in the playground a young girl is singing full volume no restraint twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are there is no connection between these two stories
My heart can build
in a moment
a mountain of my love
and drop
the entire mountain
on you
in a moment
watch out
If the air were alive
would it take you
in its loving arms
when the slim branch of your hope
broke beneath the heavy weight
of your thinking
if the waters were also living
would they welcome you
sailing with the loving winds
to your home
in the one ocean of being
Lines dancing on a page
words floating in air
information about the world
who cast the shadow
behind the wall
can the empty spaces
all be filled
there is a balance
between water and air
It’s dark before eight o’clock
on a winter morning
then gradually the vague sky appears
grey with uncertainty
and doubts
maybe a wind will break out
some blue
and sunrise will bring
some golden streaks of hope
for another slow starting day
Moving swiftly
down the left hand side of nowhere
you can fall in love
with the golden ditch
you have never lived in
what’s the next day
that’s not today
you keep asking
are we there yet
no we’re not there yet
we’re still looking
for the golden ditch
we fell in love with
What if we cannot agree
on green and blue
how lost is the beginning
if it cannot find the end
what can you see
with your eyes closed
do you remember
a different kind of light and sound
can your hands tell you
the shape of true
is life what’s in between
is there something else
What if there were no walls
and the pretence of shapes
and the sounds of meaning
were lost
the control of living
in a private bubble of your life
how comfortable to swim
in just one ocean
where the tide of beings
rise and fall like breath
daninmaya 