The moon is made of ice
when it floats above a glacier peak
and you are alone
in the crystal sky
with only the alpine parrots to sing of your victory over pain and loneliness
How it becomes me:
Earthquake wrecked city
Friends with open hearts
Goodwill towards man
Generosity and Curoisity
Apple orchard dawn
New Zealand
My healthy heart
Reborn
A purge of parasites
A purge of laziness
A fighter goes to the mountains to burn the fat off of his body
As I travel to burn the fat off of my soul~
The Earth rejuvinated me
Her soil energies absorbed through my thinly clod soul
Her sharp mountain aires an ascorbic spray on my sticky thoughts
But it is nothing special
Nothing out of the ordinary
to be healed by the giving Earth.
What is unbelievable and extraordinary
is that we can survive so seperated from the nutrients of nature
that our minds are not totally clogged and warped
without long walks in the woods.
A river runs through me
Gently wandering without destination or care
More comfortable on the roadside than in the townhouse
More clean in a mountain stream than in any shower
Vigor and vitality unchecked by comfort
grows up towards the sun
as any leaf of a striving fern
uncoils in the golden day
A Ninja on the moon
Penance of my sin
Shedding worries of the future and murky regrets
Snakeskin
Soulskin
Not "I" who has wronged
When, God? When?!
Now
Again
Begin
Again
~
The curious Tanuki Tomtit
The flute in the meadow
Storyteller trees
Purple mushrooms on the trail in the Lost Woods
A bed of Lupin flowers
The shrine of the Rainbow Shell
A single white flower when I lose hope
Woven of these random wisps of colored smoke
life is a dream
it seems just like it seems
but its only a dream...
MEZAMERA!
WAKE UP!
