To Lead A Simple Life

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A few flakes of snow

The roar of the winter wind

Toes beyond cold

Silence.

 

Emptiness

Not like before,

Calms my Being.

Presently.

 

Opening Forth

Birch Trees

White caps

Aqua water.

 

Winding road

Fountain pen

Warm tubs of water

Tea.

 

Listen!

Nothingness.

Not bad

Not good

No judgment

No judge

 

Seeing

Jeweled colors

Ribbons of purple

Gray skies

Merge into the lake.

 

Familiar

Uncommon

Refreshes no-self

Cycling waves.

 

Truly alive

Compassion contemplated

Learning to die

With every breath .

 

Knarled trees

Our path,

Our journey

Together woven

Like the Celtic knot.

 

12/24/01

 

 

 

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