The moon and I know a little secret
But you won’t come to me and
I cannot go any further
—————-
Tag Archives: zen
… words …
Mind soft and fuzzy
quieted and numb
waiting
for words that
only come when the
opening
lets me
wait…
the wait creates
spaces
that fill in with
non thoughts
and out come
words expressing
essence.
——
…life…
Life is a pie.
Not a berry, not a peach,
not a cherry out of reach.
Eat it up quickly,
saving some for midnight
when time stands still,
and shadows wait to
eat you up.
…the moon…
Dog symphonies staccato the landscape,
while lawns are trimmed
and chickens call to rest.
Tonite the quiet rules, and
moon makes magic while I sleep.
…all is new…
Years turn into melodies
dancing dreams that once I held close.
Subjective sentences tell me
they never happened.
All is new, as if
it never was.
…the mouse…
The mouse never wavers, but waits at the door, hungry for
the touch of turmoil that will set his heart ablaze.
You are the mouse…. You are the door…. You are the turmoil.
Watch that you know whence it comes.
…to a tail…
It must be wonderful to have a tail…
to issue comments from the back of me…
and wave away irritation.
To send tidings of trust….
and messages of wisdom to the stars.
