Nature

  • Bloom

    No rose (not a single one) ever bloomed in an instant. Listen to the silence of the journey. Let the rose bloom as she will. Continue reading

  • This Way, Life

    If not this moment, when? If not under this orange-grey sky, beneath these sweeping willows, fair, where? How do we taste the rain and know it is good if we do not open our mouths? The warm salty promise of… Continue reading

  • This Great Love

    I am the soft of you and you are the soft of me. There is nothing that taints this great love. Nothing, not even the words you cannot say while I stare, while I marvel at your majesty and blooming… Continue reading

  • Nature

    I sat beside the river and smiled. It seemed a little funny to me that us humans believe we are the stars of this Earth show and that nature is here for us, rather than with us. What if we… Continue reading

  • Lovely

    Good morning, sun. And river. Flowers and trees. Happy day to you, wind, and the bird song you sweep over mountains. (Good morning, birds, and mountains, too.) I will let you be, this day of life. I will let you… Continue reading

  • The Deep Breath

    The eucalypts are alive, here. For whatever reason, this part of the world seems to be windy more often than not, and I’m so very pleased about that. Life seems to flow more with the wind. I wonder, sometimes, if… Continue reading

  • As She Will

    The sun is one but never can shine as one. Her rays will splay, and always touch the world (in slices) as they do. How they splay is a question for each new moment. Who they will touch, and in… Continue reading

  • I Became The Sky

    I could have stared at the sky for hours. It was glowing. Grey and orange; still against the crashing sea. But it wasn’t the vision of the sunset that moved me. It was the feel of it within me. So… Continue reading

  • The Wilderness

    Mmmm. The wilderness within. Let her rise above the soft waves of propriety. Let her unleash her greatest longings. Let her fall into the darkest of nights. Set her free, see her run beyond form, beyond care, beyond life. Let… Continue reading

  • Just A Rose

    A rose is just a rose to those who choose not to know her. Continue reading