two tender, little mushrooms stand amid a mossy expanse i'm moved by their intimate proximity though i don't know it to be anything other than a random molecular fact, and yet it speaks to me, and i feel proximity & distance all the more intensely
red rhododendrons
at peak vitality
will be brown next week
tiny white orchids hug tree trunks & branches, hiding out of sight -- except those at valley's edge, broadcasting their time is short
bamboo painted against white clouds is betrayed by a breeze
a pied kingfisher perches in stillness... one dive / one fish
turbulent upstream -
the river grows wide & deep,
becoming placid
boulders in a pond
look like rocky islands
in tranquil seas
the !n(tro)verted yogi 