A Minute of Nothing

“Slow down, my brother,” a passerby called out, over his shoulder. “Why are you always wondering about nothing of importance, nothing of now, the silence, the stillness?”     It was then– I felt it.   The wind swipe past my cheek; The bird call for the leaf, falling into the nest of a cloudy-eyedContinue reading “A Minute of Nothing”

While Watching Nature

Yesterday I wrote love poems to a mirage; the day before I stared at lily ponds. Yet today I am simply indebted to the man who called a clear conscience their softest pillow.   These trees that have grown, are growing, I say– they provide the same service.   As long as your trunk is straight, and your roots don’tContinue reading “While Watching Nature”

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