Worthy
I close my eyes and see us in our youthful bliss between the tempest of our teens and our children’s first breath. Friday dinners at
Between The Sound and the River
At daybreak the air holds a slight chill. There is something about the light on this fall morning. It will be a good day to ride the trails
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The Three Marks of Existence
Impermanence: In awe and wonder, snowflakes melting on my tongue, winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self, the river reflects us all, moonlight has
An Autumn Kigo
1 The morning sun rises, a painted leaf sails downstream, The heron takes flight 2 Trees are mirrored, the swan glides in their shadows, rain drops
In Memory of a Friend
One blush of a fall morn, water leaps from jagged cliffs, birds break the silence Two in the crisp open field, mourners lean against the wind,
The New Day Begins
A crimson sunrise, frosted forest fields glisten, a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms, a doe bows at the river, soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged, dark
More Angels Than Saints
Wish Filled Thinking
If the laws of physics won’t allow, perhaps the gods and goddesses would bow to my wishes. If I could choose a time, a place
Under A Buck's Moon
With eyes closed I am awakened And see quite clearly That in this moment Something shifted— I see the path I’d taken, The one I
Nine Attitudes
Sitting as the noise dims within and without I observe the clouds that remain Without portent of future storms I wait, not to hurry them along
The Funny Thing
The funny thing about the condition my condition is in is that I spend my days traveling through time— reliving the past, guffawing at the present,
In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack, in a dream, still calls your name. The scroll that holds the doings of our