The reality of illusion

Like the light
Of a dead star
Nature had died
Long before
It met the eye.

Falling Bird

Just a rainy day
In the eyes
Of a falling bird
To be held
Within the heart
Of an Elemental

Poem of a Dying Bee

Don't cry for me human!
Out of wrong view
Your tears flow now.

Feeling sorrow
For one dying bee
Yet mourning you are not
Your own dying cells.

Vibrating within each cell
The honey bee colony is
As in your body
Cells die all the time.

With each dying cell
A new bee is born.
Continuation of the Universe.

Searching I am

Searching for myself
I am
Times and times again
I am
Plunging into the mind so deep
I am
Finding nothing but no self
I am
In the cascades of passing phenomena
I am
Until finding myself
I am
In the pupil of your eye
I am

Vision

Through the mist
On the eyelids
Of a sleepy mind
Sculpting a vision
In a sun light
Covered with morning dew
The Spider web is.

Wake Up Urban Human

Life is passing you by
Urban Human
With each
Spring
Summer
Fall
and
Winter
While staring at your watch.

Passing by the life is
Do you hear Urban Human
While imprisoned
In between the walls
You are deaf
To the song of a Nightingale.

Feet walking on asphalt
Instead of green grass
Covered with morning dew
Hey Urban Human
Looking at the life
Through TV screen
Killing time
For the sake of boredom.

Life is passing away
Urban Human
With each breath you take
Not Silver nor Gold
Nor tick castle walls
Can stop the Death
From taking away
What Impermanent is.

Hey Urban Human
Living a fancy life
Life behind masks
And fake smiles
Behind suits and ties
Behind colorful makeups
Behind titles so sweet
Wasting a precious life
Of a Human kind.

Wake up Urban Human
Before death takes you away
Wake up!
Stop running away from your true nature
By placing continuously concrete and tarmac
On top of the very soil which feeds us all.

Summer Snow

This summer smells of snow
Through the nostrils
The fleet of clouds
Across the canvas
Moving as the wind blows.

A slap of cold breez
On one cheek
Humid warmth
On the other.

The night is falling dark
A Bat against the last daylight
A fox is hunting for Geese
Anticipation in the throat.
Key locking the door.

The Shadow of Us

In the sunset

Of good bye

The day waves

Leaving the shadow

Of us behind.

Bud-dho Bud-dho

Bud-dho Bud-dho
Back and forth
The handsaw flows

Bud-dho Bud-dho
The sacred sound
Chants the saw

Bud-dho Bud-dho
In and out
The breath blows

Bud-dho Bud-dho
Push and pull
The body dances

Bud-dho Bud-dho
This sweaty moment
Arises from mind

Refuge

The Body
Is the temple
For the Awareness
To Return to
On the Wings
Made of Breath