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.
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° –
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.