
beyond the buildings
lies pure blackness; night
blankets the city.

beyond the buildings
lies pure blackness; night
blankets the city.

the lion looks cross,
but, perhaps, it’s just a mask.
who knows the lion’s mind?

the pumpkin patch
has been harvested:
orange orbs galore.




sometimes placid as
a lake; sometimes churning
like the ocean.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
The world as experienced through my mind is not a true reflection of the world. The mentally-experienced world is malleable and can be painted beautiful.
All things are impermanent, so nothing is worth great angst.
There are two ways to live life: take everything seriously or take nothing seriously.

goldenrod field,
now subdued, will soon blaze
in the morning sun.



if your mushroom has
an eye, it’s time to stop
eating mushrooms.

the old church stands:
proud, tall, and hollowed.
when it’s rebuilt,
will it be another church?
or will it be a shopping mall?