Haiku

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
BHW

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

5.18.16
BHW

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

SACRED SILENCE

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

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

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

3.4.16

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my body vibrates

beating trillions of soul

resonating drums

7.2.21