when words get strung together like music

rolling luggage

the luggage travels
place to place rolling over
hills green with splendour

grey skies

sometimes great beauty
exists amongst the grey skies
inspiring awe

rustling leaves

leaves above rustle
like rain falling with power
nudging my wonder


impermanence is
inevitably pending
knowingly cherish


my shadow darkens
ceaselessly haunts in silence
as I awaken

compressed mind

the mind compresses
like enclosing hurricanes
I try not to drown

swaying trees

the trees sway in sync
the storm raging endlessly
so what the wing sings

fleeting sunset

how do we embrace
the fleeting quality of
a passing sunset

how can love begin

how can love begin
for oneself without holding
sight of one’s true self

hopeful existence

the hope to me is
in colours being placed where
they could not exist