Thoughts

Our thoughts create us
Causing us to feel and act
unless we notice

Zen and life

As Suzuki said
"Life is the space in between.."
"Inhale and exhale"

Iowa

White farmhouse at dusk
A strong wind blows through the fields
The sound of wind chimes.

Writing

Words flow from my mind
To symbols on a white page
Breath and life in them.

Church

A vast cathedral
The blood and body of Christ
Makes me feel renewed.

Stillness

Snowy mountain peaks
Silent for thousands of years
They do not worry.

Sunday mountain hike
the golden plains to the east
Denver looks so small

city street autumn
cars slush through rainy day streets
the warmth of my coat

foot path in the rain
the sound of rain in autumn
fog on the mountain

Water flowing cold
a smooth rush over big rocks
smell of pine needles

Dazzle

Bright, Loud, Jazz music
rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-crash
wild drummer smiling.

Lonely forest path
tall mountains watch over me
Moose drinking water.

Incense

Incense smoke rises,
the muffled sound of prayers
God is present here.

Hat

Black hat on my head,

Warms me, hides me, from the cold,

world, and its people.

Zazen

I quiet my mind,

To feel what is inside me,

Fear and sadness there

Mountain breeze blowing,

Against the red rocks,

Pine tree says hello

Cool October day,
Warmed by the bright mid-day sun,
Bathing in the rays.

Piano so soft
Like water in the distance.
No moment but now.

Meadow

Rays of sun so warm
At the top of the meadow
Wind rustles the leaves.