Morning’s needlework nestles Inside each minute and repaints Repairs and rearranges furniture Filled with fanciful embroideries Continue reading Morning’s Needlework rearranges the minutes…
Solitude’s book room allows A new tribe of playwrights to Purr out their poetry with Wallets of somewhat weird Wisdom from the Planet Zen! Continue reading Solitude’s Book Room allows…
Cats wander into our wisdom zone when We don’t seem able to find it, and then return It to us with that mysterious, cool Zen gaze! Continue reading Cats sneak into our Wisdom Zone….
Just resting on refreshing spaces Is the easiest way to reclaim the Lost and dried up treasures within Continue reading Resting on Refreshing spaces
Trees always seem to have the uncanny knack of taking in our emptiness and greening it with the energy that flies us into new episodes of endeavor and enchantment we hadn’t considered before. Continue reading Trees seem able to take in all our emptiness..
Rearranging a boiling day with copper coins The Sunday was already sinking with the Hopelessness of a mangled matted dying dream That refused to let itself be buried or cremated Instead it rankled and bit like an infected sore Then … Continue reading Rearrange a boiling day with copper coins
Even inside the deepest well of Woe in any carcinogenic day there Must be that small transparent tender Window of our very own, where we Can look out at the one still shining webbed wisdom inside the carnage to think … Continue reading The transparent window to rearrange the ragged shards