Spring Awaits No Clock
Wood Nymph
Spirit of the Woods
In the cave
hidden on the cliffside
Rockfall and rubble
bushes and grasses all around
In that silent solitary place
near the river of my life
I sat in communication
with the bugs and animals
And became more connected
more at one
with the earth in the walls
and through the rock on which I sat
silently in peace…*
*from the Daily Napkin
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
Moonrise
Mystery Lake
I camped alone on the shore of the lake, forsaken by none, embraced by moonlit breezes, wakened from slumber by the whispering pines, calmed into dream by the waters song. I would have lingered longer on that distant and isolated shore if not for the mysterious longing that called my heart home.
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This is a result of combining an ink drawing and two paintings.
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
