Archive | May, 2014


20 May

A spider crawls on my hand
the wind in the trees and the birds in the sky
form a chorus calling summer forth

The grass gently strokes my pale cheek
the creek by my side trickles fresh and cool
under the radiant sun of the North

Patterns play behind my eyelids
from the leaves above burning green shimmer
into a background of deep blue

In this moment
this improvised orchestration of perfection
I am life unfolding. I am eternal.

Spangenberg, Germany

Spangenberg, Germany

– to Michael, thank you for sharing your wonderful garden