Also 15 Weeks Ago

Brain racket
silenced
by birdsong.

From 3 Years Ago

It feels like
slogging through muddy swamps
wondering if they're quicksand.

Cold Fall day... / Looking at flowers...

Cold Fall day--
opened blinds let sun stream;
cats bask in the beams.

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Looking at flowers,
thinking about meditating,
But not doing it.

Spring-like days...

Spring-like days --
I cut hydrangeas
and think of my mother.

I walk past roses (9/11/14)

I walk past roses
thinking about the drought, and 
dying bees.

4/25/14

When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.

Slow today...

Slow today.  Thinking,
moving, understanding: a
hurdle, a struggle.

Not for the Blog Challenge, Just Kinda a Haiku

My lap, filled with warmth,
soft fur, and purring; eyes closed
as I think of god.

Sometimes, During Meditation

hectic, grasping thoughts
move aside for moments of
true and real peace.

Ambient Pain Grows...

Ambient pain grows
louder until it's all I
hear, think, or feel.

I can't remember whom I wrote this about...

When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.

11:19pm

Disquiet rages
in me when I think of it.
Thinking makes it so.*






*=Thank you, Master Shakespeare, for that incredible, beautiful line! (Hamlet, Act 2, scene 2, 239–251)

It's Easy

It’s easy to think
of you with desires like
love: I don’t know you.