Flowerwatch Journal

Plato’s Single Tear

alphabitomega — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 18:49:03 +0000

A perfect geometry exists and it is at war with apparent chaos in the world of Matter, Energy, Space and Time. This world.

Chaos and Geometry warring. The devotees of the taunting illusion that knowledge can be had are mocked from the torn edges of chaos in the shadows of the moon.

Though it exists, it’s not here for the mind to grasp and make its own. Equilibrium cannot be attained here, because Geometry and Chaos are actively at war.

Cloak of Insight

alphabitomega — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 18:40:51 +0000

An orphaned shade of fog
ensnared upon the spindle
of a pine

is entwined.

Smiling rays of sun
spill over forested hills,

into the cool chalice
of the canyon.

Unseen hands weave cords of silver
amongst
the golden sunshine strands.

Dancing Without Motion

alphabitomega — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 17:59:06 +0000

The Tao Breathes both
in-breath and out-breath at once –
The circle is full: all are welcome.

From Cliff’s Edge and Leaning Grass

alphabitomega — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 23:56:09 +0000

Cloud, Pine, and river valley,
Ghostly strands of fog weaving through
the warp of tree and rock.

Pine and Oak Forest Rainstorm

alphabitomega — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 23:38:52 +0000

The scent of earth in rain,
Fragrance of rain on rain,
Sibilance cascading, roof, bough, and leaf.

Night Driving

alphabitomega — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 02:48:06 +0000

Frogs leaping across the rain-black road,
Sweet and precious beyond reckoning–

How many have I squashed
Driving this massive contraption
Engaged in my all-important errands?

Gifts

alphabitomega — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 21:57:10 +0000

The author, tired of untangling strands of light, looks for the Gifts within. Yeshi joins in his own lovely way.

Winter Mouse Cache

alphabitomega — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 19:22:52 +0000

Last Winter an intrepid mouse who got into a storage room amassed scavenged portions of food into several little caches around the place, some downstairs, some upstairs in another storage room. It delighted my wife so much that she snapped a photo of one of the caches containing beans, oatmeal and pasta. She marveled repeatedly over the amount of effort that would have been required to move these bits of food in such small increments, the number of trips, the determination… she was quite charmed. Our animal brothers and sisters, when we become aware of the little details of their lives, suddenly become so human and interesting.

Mouse Cache

Yeshi’s Smile

alphabitomega — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 00:32:16 +0000

The moon descends,
wearing it’s horned mask,
or it’s Cheshire-like grin,

or maybe an orange embrace

aimed at it’s dancing partner,
bright Venus.

A dear friend begins a long journey,
the longest journey,

that is also the shortest.

Worlds turn, sand sifting–

“Fall through my fingers
all that passes, down

to the black sea bottom.”

The Great Lion roars and
iron bars tremble, knowing
their time is soon to come.

Beyond These Walls

alphabitomega — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 01:12:30 +0000

Sun in the leaves, still.
A stick snaps somewhere in the woods,
Or the bole of a tree pops.

My mind’s like a cell.
My soul flies elsewhere.
I am pulled beyond these walls.