Tiny Circle

Take photos
Of beauty that exists,
Despite worldly ills and evils.

Preserve the image
Of what is,
Of what was given.

The beams from a lighthouse, reach out
To capture hue, light-play, texture,
Of the moving ocean,
As though trapping it in a fragile bottle
For one tenuous, exquisite moment.
The lens of an eye, like one of glass,
Remembers.

Quickly, jot down a thought
Before it is lost
In a sullen mist.

Quickly, etch a memory
Before it wafts away
In crashing waves.

Quickly, write it all
On the head of a pin,
And hope upon hope
That someone will read about
The beauty that was..Someday.

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Daisy Chains

Please peek you out, my fairy friend,

From that hiding place of leaves.

Under the buttercups you dance,

Beneath the age old eaves.

Bells of bright petals wreath your hair,

And ferns hem your lacy dress.

Twin fawns kiss you with their warm breath,

While doe kneels down to bless.

In childhood did you come to me,

And brushed away all the tears.

We laughed and skipped with fireflies,

To notes just we could hear.

I never told a soul about,

Our gold and glorious days.

With mauve-lit dells and make believe,

Those things a child would say.

I search and try to seek you out,

Let us weave more daisy chains.

Remember me… I have not changed,

And take my hand again.

In-Tent Desire

Cushioning softness
your warm belly
The Buddha
gave this up for
thin straw mats
on bare floors
whatever ground
of our being being
Who knows what other
folly might well indwell
that Eightfold Path?

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