Green Tea and Haikus

This is just a poem, with some
paper, a pen, some light, and the little
flies that keep falling from the heat,
down to where I write.

Bon Iver is playing, talking about ‘more
love’, and the rain is tapping in the
dark, on the skylight above.

The tea is getting cold, it’s yellow but
it’s green, and as the leaves are
changing, I wonder how old i’ve been.

Spent the day with haikus, and a little
girl that loves to paint; a horse in pink
stars, with lines drawn so faint.

It reminded me of Black Beauty; a poem from last spring, the year of the
horse, the apples, the wine, the
dreams… and now, when the birds last

In the stillness, how long do we have
to sit, to see that everything moves
even I, moving with it?

Green tea and haikus;
the wind carries well… as leaves
lay down into love.



In the
imprint of
our embrace,
In the
that moves us along,
The sun
kisses our
Leaving stars
behind, where
we burn.

The Other Side of Dawn


    When night falls
    Stars touch down,
    and in their light,
    flowers grow like
    Souls living forever.

    Beauty falls upon you,
    and in the becoming,
    radiant colors
    live and die in the seasons
    of your life.

    No Earth that is not of your body.
    No Nature that does not nurture.

    Be open like the ocean
    and see like the sky,
    for a heart, ~
    that does not feel nor see,
    is indeed an empty heart.

    Emptiness is NOT sadness,
    but rather moves like a black-hole
    that endlessly absorbs,
    the seasons of your life.

    A simple wholeness,
    and so very complete
    on the other side of dawn,

    Where the soil
    that holds the souls,
    flowers both, in the light
    of the Stars.

Pocket Full of Stars

To speak without sounds, I
shake the stars to the ground,
collecting them in my pocket, and
passing them around.

It’s the frequency I relay,
not the words of what I say.
Like the star in my hand,
take one please,
you’ll understand.

If the sky is left starless,
one burning bright in your hand,
do you feel what you took,
could you open your heart, your book?

Now, lets throw the stars back into the sky,
frequencies aligned, archaic words left behind,
and just sounds without words, are