Haiku

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the river doeth
whatsoever it wishes
one cannot ask why

5.15.16

in this sacred place
nothing else seems to exist
and my soul finds peace

5.18.16
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sitting in sunlight
through the temple it finds her
wrapped in prayer

5.18.16
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as a tree sheds leaves
growing new ones in the spring
is it the same tree?

5.19.16

spirit takes the form
of a vessel perfectly
what shape is my soul?

5.22.16

when homes disappear
leaving an empty clearing
their lost stories weep

5.24.16

as in a mirror
my reflection and I are
separate but one

5.27.16

in the days between
declaration and ascension
birds sing at sunrise

5.27.16

a two hour walk
crossing the sunrise in the
cool spring morning air

5.27.16

only my footsteps
and the beating of my heart
drum in sync with earth

5.27.16

twas a solid plank
that carried us across
from earth to heaven

6.2.16

steady rain at dawn
warm breezes blow the bees
as trees drip and drip

6.5.16

in another day
with past pushing the future
I hold contentment

6.11.16

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SACRED SILENCE

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in sacred silence
birds sing and soft breezes waft
without restriction

6.13.16

in sacred silence
I hear my thoughts thinking
and my blood flowing

6.13.16

in sacred silence
every drop of water forms
a brilliant crown

6.13.16

in sacred silence
the sun’s light clears all doubts
our hearts fill with joy

6.13.16

in sacred silence
I remember all my dreams
walking other worlds

6.13.16

in sacred silence
all sound rides upon the hum
of the universe

6.13.16

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purple cone flower
spirals like a galaxy
oh so quietly

5.25.15

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morning to evening
this day is my restless life.
shadows move left/right

9.27.15

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past, present, future.
calendars stop time like a
colander water

1.25.15

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in a stand of trees
arranged so beautifully,
I’d sit forever

1.28.15

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Oh, the landscape moans,
with what bumbling ugliness
you shroud my beauty

2.17.15


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the roar of a drop
ancient, indifferent
Niagara falls

6.12.15

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true peace embraces
complexity, paradox
eschews reduction

7.16.15

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lesser or greater
of type and degree or rank
is not as it seems

7.14.15

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honey thick quiet
peaceful beyond description
communion with Thee

7.29.15
Baha’i House of Worship,
Wilmette, Illinois

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ice forms on the Red
laced by snowy borders
winter’s smooth mirror

11.25.15

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the teapot lightens
when water reaches a boil
just as the sun sets

11.20.15

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you reveal yourself
oh wind, in the pine needles
and against my cheek

11.20.15

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my dear winter
I was told you were coming
now to reconcile

11.17.15

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I thought that I knew.
expecting is not seeing
through my own two eyes

11.18.15

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on the grayest days
the park stands quietly still
as it always was

11.16.15

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when the white owl flew
silently across my path
the Provider spoke

11.12.15

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a new path was found
skirting the treacherous mud
following deer prints

11.8.15

deep blue shadows run
across the fallen snow from
the tall quiet trees

11.29.15

in this stand of pines
watching the river freeze white
I am contentment

11.29.15

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Chester Mountain was
buried in level prairie
by the Red River

11.8.15

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a November snow
rich pate, prime rib and dough
converstation’s glow

11.8.15

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his smell was wildness
not a threat to him I was
The stag kept grazing

11.7.15

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now lines on the sky
their bright leaves raked and burnt
not the evergreens!

11.8.15

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Chickadee’s beauty
rests in our eyes not theirs
tho we wish it so

11.6.15

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frost caught in shadow
like fishes in tidal pools
until dark or high tide

11.8.15

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morning of the crow
so foggy and grey, he squawks:
“forget not your death!”

11.2.15

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white crowned eagle
glides smoothly over the pond
to a fowl protest

11.5.15

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above the prairie
my house juts into a cloud
a place for thinking

11.2.15

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across the river
a voice whirled through the trees
whispering secrets

10.31.15

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O grand Poplar tree
do you know the sacred house
over which you stand?

9.2.15

cold is the friend who
makes warmth so very warm
then flees in the wind

11.25.15

hot and violent
transformed to peaceful cold
a perfect circle
11.29.15
who am I to see
this exquisite morning light
on rolling hillsides?
1.2.16
road to the river
straight over a flat flood plane

past a sea of roofs

1.2.16
two hemispheres
flow through countless connections
mixing into me
12.31.15
watching my boots sink
into the fresh fallen snow
stills my noisy mind
2.11.16
planning an escape
all my energies consumed
unaware of now
3.3.16
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3.4.16
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two eagles circle
courting in sweet chirping sounds
blessing earth below
3.9.16
teller of secrets
knower of things not spoken
held with fragile grasp
3.8.16
The wind reveals
its swift swirling dance, in the
white powdery snow
3.25.16
heart versus the mind.
order or complexity?
enemies or friends?
3.27.16
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seeing convergence
in midst of complexity
creates synthesis
4.1.16
woodpecker’s red taj
in black striped cloak, turned
to hear my prayer
4.10.16
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today’s last sun ray
slips low across the garden
through the steamy heat
6.22.16
reflecting the sunset
a massive white thunderhead
passed like a ship
6.24.16
a fig leaf outlines
that timeless shape in backlight
ancestors beheld
6.25.16
oh the Sassafras

each leaf extends like a hand
to be embraced

6.25.16
napping quietly
but so totally aware
nothing unnoticed
6.26.16
trees are like pillars
that hold up the blues of sky
yet firmly grounded
6.28.16
when poured slowly
coffee swirls with steamed milk
like a galaxy
6.30.16
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a warning to all
when treetop leaves blow to
reveal their underside
7.1.16
before men walked
ancient owl’s raised their calls
in these rolling hills
7.2.16
removed from the light
what dwells in grim shadows
quietly remains
7.2.16
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there are some places
roads and highways do not go
come join me there
7.31.18
the Dells
I’d rather be here
a place where hearts meet the path
where words are actions
9.3.18
she is now with me
our familiarity
our eternal bond
9.7.18
why does love conceal
our knowing its real power
its terrible power?
9.11.18
red Begonia’s
leafy arms reach for light
blossom fingers wave
10.11.18
a raging tempest
blowing hard from the southeast
Arch Angel Michael
10.11.18
moving to what’s next
spiraling away from now
being, becoming
10.12.18
hearing your hard truth
my words break into pieces
my heart becomes numb
10.17.18
perfectionism
tell me, where did you learn that?
authenticity
10.19.18
on Kill Devil Hills
I saw a vision of the future
arching dark, unseen
10.19.18
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thought they cannot speak
their coloured voices sing
with new shape and form
10.23.18
again and again
processes beyond control
prove our helplessness
10.29.18
her hands in the soil
planning, planting, nurturing
sweet, sweet potatoes
11.2.18
I walked the paths
Centre of the Covenant
you laid stone by stone
11.4.18
surging or quiet
my brain is two oceans
kindly held apart
11.14.18
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the journey is a
path from myself to myself
seeking reunion
3.2.19

in theory it’s said
I should still know the way home
spun blindfolded

11.2.20

releasing our fears
  footprints in fresh fallen snow
blazing a new path
2.7.21
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my body vibrates
beating trillions of soul
resonating drums
7.2.21

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