I’m wind, I’m fire,
A forever changing something.
I’m the rustling in the leaves.
Shadow from a thousand lights.
I’m earth, I’m fire.
I’m whatever I need be.
For I know that I
Am nothing.

Running thru the night,
The wind spells freedom,
As it gently touches
My face.

Gardens of thoughts
Sprouting in my mind.
How nice to watch them bloom,
Without grasping.

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.

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”