April 2012 Archives

From a Single Spot Day 17

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Old lady returns
From morning walk
This pleasant April day
Of fresh green leaves.

From a Single Spot Day 16

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Soft morning mist
Flatirons rose pink
Chickadee celebrates new day.

From a Single Spot Day 15

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Raindrops sparkle
On hyacinth and lilac
Fresh snow on the foothills.

From a Single Spot Day 14

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Clouds gathering
Storm approaching
Calm for now.

From a Single Spot Day 13

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Early morning sun
Casts sharp shadows on the Flatirons.

From a Single Spot Day 12

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Clear morning after thunderstorm
A woman jogging
Blackbirds sing.

From a Single Spot Day 11

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Startled rabbit hops away
As I run to catch the sunrise colours.

From a Single Spot Day 10

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In the cool of the morning
Chickadee sings
A couple enjoy a bike ride.

From a Single Spot Day 9

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The week stirs to life
Bread van passes
American robin heralds Monday morning.

From a Single Spot Day 8

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This sparkling Easter morning
Is poignant for me.
Hearing the bluejay squawk
I miss the peals of English bells
Ringing through Christchurch Park.

From a Single Spot Day 7

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Lazy cloudless afternoon.
Mountains rest
Beneath blue haz
e.

From a Single Spot Day 6

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Blackbirds, wrens and chickadees join dawn chorus
Greet the growing light.

Hanuman

Hanuman (Photo credit: bananeman)

 

It is good Friday.

The Son of Man dies on the cross.

The Son of the Wind is born,

Darkening the Sun

In his eager flight

To grasp the golden fruit.

 

With dispassion stronger than diamond

I break the glittering baubles

Fame, wealth, power, prestige,

Houses, cattle, cars and land.

What use are these trinkets to me

Without the Name of Ram?

What good is even my life to me

If 'Rama' is not written on every rib?

In the anguish of longing for Him

My chest is torn open

My heart plucked out. 

He Ram, He Ram

Why have you forsaken me?

 

Hungry for the fruit of liberation

I hurl myself towards the sun

And fall again,

Lifeless and cold

To the earth.

Come, Son of the Wind

Revive me with fragrant herbs

From the Garden of Gethsemane

The Child of Eve is dying

Let the Child of the Wind be born.

Carry me home

To the city without conflict

May my heart be the heart of Hanuman

Where Ram and Sita dwell.

 

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From a Single Spot Day 5

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Clear blue sky
 Spring grass
Golden morning sunlight
Precious moment!

From a Single Spot Day 4

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Cloud sits on Bear Peak
Birds greet new day
Snow-cleansed, purified
Radiant glowing suchness!

From a single spot day 3

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The same place is never the same
Nothing can be recaptured
Every moment is fresh.
Some days
There is no mountain.

From a Single Spot Day 2

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Fragrance of wet earth
Gentle drizzle blesses
Thirsty mesas.

From a Single Spot Day 1

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Fresh spring green
Plum blossom
April evening.

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