They Are Dancing

from the bench
we watch
firefly flowers

Legacy

Buddha leaves
a wake
of beauty and calm

Contemplation And The Bench

the empty bench
holding space
for all of my thoughts

The Garden Bench

in morning shade
watching
a summer day unfold

In Nature’s Backyard

the silent travels
of shadows
and wildlife

In That Space

between the leaves
and their reflection
resides consciousness

Contemplating the Flowers

shooed from the garden bed
the porch as
observation perch

Reassurance

tiny blue flowers
joy enough
to dispel doubt

Visit

sit awhile
and listen to
the flowers conversation

Consciousness Born

intention
of contemplation
is transformation

The Landscape’s Art

masterpiece
the window’s view
of painted pines

Sedum View

to see
what flowers see
the expanding harmonies

Time Out

solitary chair
a private perch
for perspective making

Witness

in the still white
the field’s soul
lays bare

Winter Abstraction

storm’s contemplation
each flake a memory
and time reorganized

Discernment

sunlight and shadows
the only guests received
preservation of retreat

Reverie

morning fog
the wide world
is a contemplation

Kit

self possessed
the surety of instinct
edges out all doubt

Everything

the garden holds
life and death with
Buddha at the center

Buddha’s Back

in the present
facing the future
honoring the past