“Toss it. We won’t need it.”
daydreaming

cotton candy clouds
float into my daydream,
as soft as goose down
and as sweet as the sugar
from which they were spun;
my weary mind is caressed
by their feathery fingers
of soothing pastel pinks
and hues of denim blues.
i feel like a fluffy kitten
in a cashmere sweater;
everything in my world
is just as it should be–
i love to daydream!
–photo by me
ruby slippers

our personal
spiritual journey
isn’t about getting there;
it’s not even about
the journey itself–
it’s about realizing that
we’re already there
–photo by me
tipi tears (shadorma)

the tipi
was the perfect home
for the proud
indian–
until white man sentenced him
to life on the rez
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–photos by me
haiku 125

field of sunflowers
yellow periscopes pop up
looking for the sun
–photo by me
Silent Sunday 8/7/22




–Photos by me
berries and bellies
as the berries were collected
the young ones dined on them
at home they were inspected
and sampled once again
those that were selected
went in pies and jellies
and those that were rejected
went in little bellies
restless (senryu)

we all hope to rest
in peace some day, but for some,
the struggle never ends
–photo by me
broken souls (archives)
crystal balls
fall all around
and shatter as they
strike the ground,
while silently
we march en masse
thru bloody fields
of broken glass;
how beautiful
the crystal sphere
a perfect orb
so pure and clear;
yet hold a shard
up to the sun
and rainbows shine
on everyone
silent sunday 7/31/22




–photos by me