Rock Garden
Burrowing Owl
Owl
This little owl was one of many (I don’t know – maybe 20?) who live in the medians between parking space rows in a huge parking lot in this city. As the sun lowered in the West, they all came out of their burrows and lined up facing the sunset in silent observance of the closing of the day. I felt honored to be able to observe them in their sacred solemnity.
Moon Tree
Stand Tall
The City of Trees is full of trees mangled by two-leggeds. No matter how many branches or tops are chopped off, the trees remain stolid in their stance and their dedication to reaching skyward.
Now and Zen
In the Centering Place
Now and Zen
my inner garden
fills with the sweet
aroma of Spirit
and my being
knows peace
from the inside
out
Crouching Bird, Springing Tree
Tulip Bird
Every year
I discover
anew
the beauty
and majesty
that appears
without fail
come spring
as if
the birds
deliver it
on wings
of surprise
while I
impatiently
await
further
developments
without any
embarassment
whatsoever
