Conspiring with light

Linking us to precious Earth

Our loyal shadows

Invitation to

go inward without getting

lost . . . You step softly.

Just let a free-style fir needle point the way,

Fall in groove with some clean drops of dew,

Let a vanilla-leaf become your ground, your moment, your all

Loosen your grip, no future, no past, just now

 

Prayers sailing from

Weathered barn, like butterflies

Kissing their shadows

 

Geology Lesson for the Soul

                                                                              Rock, locked in crystalled silence,

                                                                              Ironic leanings—discernible, changeable

                                                                              Repeated brushes with chummy unknown

                                                                              Planetary renewal

 

 

Sprouting from the crown

Of a jaunty evergreen

A royal rainbow

 

Above the bubbler

Crows building their future, back

And forth, stick by stick