zenishness

we think of times gone by
and often wonder why
we dwell upon the past
and good things never last

we ponder on them when
those blue times come again
so then we go away
from another lovely day

nothing is so easy now
forgetting all is how
before you can have anything
you must first have nothing

a cup fully filled
is a cup to be spilled
a soul must always empty be
to soar and dream alive and free

seated quietly so detached
away to where all's unmatched
so each fall free and slip the slide
its all a mental ponyride

1983

CatMan

Creepy,creeping,
up on you,
Sneaky,sneaking,
from the blue.

2009

Beism

to sink beyond
all thought. . .

to slide below
imagination . . .

and there to dwell
in contentment . . .

is to be a part of
of the Dharma. . .

1991

Maja

Studio Maja 2009

Lady with straw hat and sloops.

Zentrance to nowhere

sitting quietly
doing nothing

a calm face
a quiet heart

nonexistualism
to enter here
. .. you must forget

locked alone
in silence

with my soul

1992

the flight of the raptor

when hawk and wind collide
amongst their pas de deux
at the edge of the sky. . .
feathers fly
while clouds disperse anon,
and all the trembling creatures below
run from the terrible shadow
to their hidden burrows of safety. . .

1991

La dormiera

Afternoon nap 1990

Time in motion

the time for
greening up the land
and longer days to play. . .

smoothing off
the jagged edge
of a cast off winter's day. . .

February's song is harsh
and blows
a wild staccato. . .

and waving willows
moan and sway
in a sibilant vibrato. . .

1991

Odalisque en bleu . . .

Blonde en bleu . . . 2009