All ties are severed,
As a zen monk wanders fields
Open, I accept.

Each year passing us
. A time for snow. Rain and wind
Each season, rebirth.

Autumn siesta
Fresh again, like the morning
I welcome the night.

Coffee is earth's fruit
And I like it.
I will keep drinking it.
Jusquà la fin.
Fin.

Life reminds us to
Forget the self, just breathe
Just be, just walk

The guitar hums with
A simple melody like
Walking aimlessly

Pages century old
Sitting on the shelf in wait
To inspire someone

Blues notes crying out
Into the night air, into the sky
Oh,harmonica

Sitters sit, sitting
Sipping,reading,chatting low
Cafe afternoon

Blue liquid served cold
a pitcher topped with cherries
It's called "bong water"

Friends share life's moments
Rambles and coffee and laughs
Along life's journey

Water surging in
Blowing trees leaves scattering
The wind at my face

Soft piano rings
Like walls of blue floating by
Splashes of water

Walking in autumn
Leaves dry and brittle yellow
Cools the soul and mind

Under stars I drift
Like a leaf on the surface
Of still autumn pond

Après-midi ensoleillé
Du beau temps pour faire une promenade
Pour remarquer
Que la vie se passe
Que moi, je passe et je change
Qu'il n'y a que le bonheur.

early morning night
the sun has yet to bring light
rhythym of crickets

Pause for a moment
observe your life passing you
separate yourself.

sudden grip of fear
soothed by feelings of freedom
life has no set plan.

The rain clouds gather
And there is no shelter here
Raging storm rains down

The current of life
Rushing by in giant waves
But when we're present

Smell of Chinese food

my harmonica
ringing notes of deep sadness
hang in the night air

six months without work
has it really been that long?
i don't know what's next