How to time

A clock you envy is a secret evil
Something we humans tend to worship and wish
For more and more
Of a good thing until
We drown
In a pointless existence
We suffocate unknowingly
In an overexpanded reception
Of this "gift"

The one which hunans call time

A listeners tanka (trees)

The best listeners

Are both rooted and yet free

Living all round me

Looking down and up as seeds

And so are these still the trees

(Home)

One day you wake up
You realize
You know
That that which you thought
Would be
Would always
Was never in fact
Yours
Or your own
(Home)

And so
At the end of the day
The year
The unknown
It is only you who can create
And make
Such a place
Such a space for yourself
Such a world
Such a
(Home)

A minds escape

Focus not

On that which mind

Demands and begs

To be close to forever

But instead, in kind

Teach only the safest distance of known

Let only your heart pre-establish a home

Which will lead you to roam

Onward and forever

For life is too short for obsessive things

When there's woods and wilds

And clouds and rivers

And new thoughts waiting for you by streams

A ring for my white rose

It glows

Like a sunset rose

With veins illuminated

Like zebrina leaves

Its image curls

And weaves it way into my memory

Like a summer breeze

And for better or worse

Or gold or pewter

I hope it is yours indefinitely

Saria

Overflow

My heart fills

Beyond all measure and unit of joy

To a sum beyond means

I overflow

To have found you such

And to have never settled for less

I am also most pleased

By your wholeness as whole

Saria

When dark skies call

When the day ends

And wishes fail to being

Like a wall with clawmarks

Or a tree with carvings sad

So the hills will hills

And the mountians cry

Dark skies call

But I will not look up again

Your warm breath

Your breath echos

Warm

Like a crackling fog

Like a beautiful static

Like a shockwave of heat by a fire set free

As you blow on red coals in this mind of

Mine

How my ears beg to hear

And my muddied thought begs to be

Both warm and one and finally set free

How your breath echos warm and ignites this

Me

To float and buzz

Hear me now

Through every prior word

Ever spoken before

Like the migrating flowers

And pollenous bees

Which buzz like whispers

And beat their wings

Like the skiddish humming birds

Just as cicadas sing

And crickets call an orchestra to song

So do my wishes now float

Like natural notes

From the heart to tongue

And with cheer to your ears

So close to my own

May your heart evermore

Never beat alone

Saria

A Rolling Boulder

This movement of speed

And descrenment which rolls

Like a boulder I

Break free of old self

And tumble freely

To a falling new beneath

And yet in falling I

Know the value of pace

Of neither pushing nor pulling

Nor carving off that

Which is not in fact waste

And so I land at your feet

Wishing not to be picked

Or up chiseled and down

But to be set free to roll along with

How I am glad to see

That like me

You are also beside

Both in steadfastness

And a-round

Our lives as boulders

Very sound

The bird watcher

My grandfather knew a love of birds

For tiny beating wings

For miniature thumping hearts

For pulsing stem and pecking beak

And sunflower shells beneath small trees

He'd hum with humming birds alive

And rest with hooting owls at night

He'd turn the pages crisp and sharp

To remind of the chucker and the lark

He had no wings to fly as they

Or great puffs of plumage

Embossed and bold

He had no such physical sway

But my grandfather had

A humming lightness of heart

And a birds eye for things

From lifes first chirping start

His voice still hums with me today

Goodnight, Saria

I miss you
Like mid-day misses the dew
Like the opposite side of the moon
    Yearns for sunlight
Like a caged birds memory of what the sky is like
I can't wait to see you again, my darling
Goodnight

Saria

An ask of her

My imagination runs

Not wild but away

From the very thought

The possible mind

Of being set away from you

Please say never with mine

My Saria

A job, commitment

No sprinter can run an entire day

No foot is flat on the earth asleep

These beautiful places we humans create

Will last no longer than

Neither the runner nor his or her hearting beat

Take time to rest

And you will be

There ia no sense in too much running free

Quiet fog

Quiet fog

Whispers and drifts through damp trees

More slyly than these humans "be"

And I in watching

See now anew way

To flow and stay and saturate ways

With actions quiet as the fog

With growth as subtle as the trees

Through fog I see

And truly see

Chest to chest

Your heartbeat

Close to mine

Heats my morning dew to steam

And reflects on my face a most subtle shine

As close as grass and budding leaves

As near as tomorrow has ever seemed

With breath like breeze and feelings tall

As tsuga mertensiana hemlock trees

With heat my hands

Press shapes on your back

And my mind is otherwise

And most happily inclined

To think of you

And how your love does last

And how your heartbeat closes in

On my own ever beating fast

You are at last, mine

Saria

A tanka for you, tomorrow

You are not a storm

My natures daughter of hope

No, instead you are

Like moss and flower and oak

With roots deep I'd like to know

Saria

Admiration

Your trees-trees are taller yet

Than any building built

Or any leaning shack

Or rolling home

Or structure known to man alone

Your trees I see

Are as firm and solidly set

As stones

And I am galvanizes

Enamored

To be by such known

Saria

A meal

Melted lava

Yellow vein

This breath of red

Midst mountains spew

A lava like no other smells

And I in coldest winter fog and hue

Love both this sandwich and this soup

Yum

Surroundings

Pain grips behind my lip

The crickets sing you near as if

A screen between this darkness and me

With night painted nail and fingertip

These are the sights and shaded scenes

Which my eyes know but did never list

Until perhaps my heart did ask

That if you'd like to see this this

And now you have