ah…my youth

01/29/2012 · 0 comments

in moments


ah…my youth,
how unapproachably near





caw free living –
crows now caucus
half a mile away





There is only one unmixed blessing, and it cannot be named.




wary jay

05/29/2011 · 0 comments

in moments


distrusting, even so,
scrub jay
snatches peanut from my hand





sometimes I forget death,
but death will not forget me





something scampering
this way comes — a squirrel
raiding the birdseed





how much more delightful –
the twitter of birds
to the twitter of Twitter





Human being is at bottom a social phenomenon, not an individual one. Only because we are, can I say, I am.




65°

03/30/2011 · 0 comments

in moments


65° –
Zelkova Serrata
leafs into spring





Recognizing that the self arises in language as a way to distinguish one from another, concerns about one’s self may fade and even disappear.