Stained Glass

Stain glass

The sun through
the chartreuse bottle
evokes a holy space;

stained glass

of contemplation

and a quiet reassurance




Today, I shall be driftwood
Carried by the sea waves
And the many currents
Of travel and possibilities
And when I grow tired
I shall wash up on a fragrant beach
And bleach as white as the sands I rest upon

A Unique Existence

I have made friends with silence
And that state of being which requires no effort
The inhale and exhale, a more natural meditation
Than in classes where yogic enlightenment
Is another excuse to avoid
Divisibility by 1