Sunday, March 1, 2015


I can see the hearts
of those I agree with,
but not necessarily
the hearts of those
on the other side.

But everybody has one.
A heart.

Mine grows when
I remember this.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Trails in Water

Do fish leave trails in water?
Do birds leave tracks across the sky?

My own footprints through life
leave clues of my journey,
give heart to those still on their way,
guide me back when I take a wrong turn.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Partly Seen

I see the image of a dog
in a tangle of tree vines.

Is the dog in the vines?
Or is the dog in my mind?

When I look at the world,
what I see is only partly seen.

The rest comes from inside.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Where Meaning Comes From

Where does
come from?

Does it come
from what I see
with my eyes?

Or what I see
with my mind?

Or what I see
with my heart?

None of these.

Meaning comes
from how I see,
not what I see.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Eye Level

The horizon always
remains at eye level,
even when hidden.

Inner sight is the same.

Darkness and light
are forever in balance,
even when unseen.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Tricky One

It's easy to feel sad.
It takes a little more to feel happy.

To find exuberance in sorrow
is the tricky one.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Tao for the Body

feeds us,
bears us,
washes us,
soothes us,
heals us.

It is like Tao
for the body.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Next Turn

Winter hillside.
Birds and bare limbs.

Green river waiting
for the next turn.

It snows again today.
Not yet.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Friday, February 20, 2015

Conformity and Diversity

Conformity keeps us all
heading in the same direction.

Diversity scatters us
along many paths,
but leads us to richer lives.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Earth Care

The earth can
take care of itself
without our help,
but it does us good
to do what we can.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Growing Vines

Vines are seekers.
They seek structure
to cling to as they grow.

Do they know this?
As much as any
living thing knows itself.

Where there is no structure,
the vine keeps seeking.

Whether finding or seeking,
the vine continues to grow.