Sometimes I go about pitying myself
and all along
my soul is being blown by great winds across the sky.
image: Hiroki Suzuki
My Sunday thoughts are thus:
A raven speaks of valley news while small birds warble their fragments of gossip.
Sweet, warm air rides the sun in through the studio window.
My coffee cools.
– best of Sunday too you!
as i wait for three women to arrive for a jizo ceremony to remember and set adrift lost relationships and a dad who died.
garden path raked
red cloth laid out
nothing to do
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ah, so much to do
listen, wind in trees
see, light on grass
breathe, smells of summer
feel, rustle of leaves
steady, heart beat
breath leaves body
joy of being
love this one, well done.
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I’m in a pity mood now. So this resonates.
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