Felling the sun
Warming up my skin,
I open my eyes
And fill them with now.

Exactly when was it that I forgot?

Can I still recall?

The old sword is asleep
While the armor rusts away in silence.

I sit… and I remember.

Birth, death,
Calm and stillness,
Movement and change,
Never and now.

Everything flows,
Everything crumbles,
Reassembles itself,
Always, and never the same.

Sitting in the early morning light,
Smell of incense floating in the air.
Wooden Buddha smiles in front of me.

As the bell chimes I open my eyes.
Calm and present, I return the smile.

How real is reality when a green cyclops can surprise us in a busy street?

Raindrops race each other
Down the window pane,
I watch in childish wonder
At the trails they leave behind.

Thoughts come back to here,
Mind comes back to now,
As the sudden roll of thunder
Breaks the morning air.

A rainy night,
Old friends’ faces,
Childhood toys,
Loves long lost.

Isn’t it wonderful,
And oh, so very strange,
What memories can lurk
Inside a simple cup of tea?

Strange thoughts go by
Floating thru my head,
Days of rain and shadows
People, places now long gone.

Mind comes back to here,
Thoughts come back to now.
Closing up the flow of memories,
Opened by a cup tea.

– Post From My iPhone

Melancholic notes
from ages long gone by
spilling down my spine.

Strange memories
spring back to life,
from places
I have never known.

Smoke rises high,
Clear morning light flows in.
Mind returns to now.