Morning,
Window loudly beaten
By rain.

The magic
Of a single raindrop,
Hanging from the power-lines,
Twinkling as it catches
The distant light
Of daybreak.

In the center of a barren hell rises a tall, black tower full of fallen angels and lost souls.

From it’s highest point, the gates of heaven can be seen. They are wide open and unguarded, all I have to do is walk in to be received.

I am a red dragon, fighting against an army of black demons to keep the tower from being stormed.

I know those within the tower fear and hate me, they consider me their jailer.

I know those outside the tower hate me in awe, for being free to leave at will I stay and fight to keep them from their pray.

I also know that I can never leave the tower, the souls of those within and outside being at stake.

I also realize now, that this is to be my eternal, wall-less prision cell.

Morning.
Breathe in calm.
Silent zendo.
Daybreak.

Crazy morning,
Running wild.
Within the storm,
Can mind stay calm?

Silent running,
Thru the darkness
Into daybreak.

Footstep’s firm,
Breath is steady,
Mind is calm.

Just here… just now.

Early Sunday,
Body awake…
Brain still cuddled
On my pillow.

Awareness fail…

Tiny cricket in the darkness.
Your soft and gentle song,
Kindly whispers in my ear,
— “Be here, be now”

The sound of thunder
From the steel-gray sky.
What a marvelous
And simple thing.

Morning air,
Scent of wet earth
After a night
Of rain.