Falling Blossoms

No rants

No raves

The world is stellar

And cool blue

Things ring true

No arguments

No harm wished

No opinions

Things change

Minds roil

No head trips

Drop them

Disperse the cloud

Cling to no-thing

Lose no-thing


Go and Play

Ring-a-ring o’ roses,

A pocket full of posies,

A-tishoo! A-tishoo!

We all fall down

Fall into every hole

Rise to every height

Don’t maintain your cool

Don’t be afraid to be a fool

Or be afraid to be fooled

Maybe just go outside and fly a kite

Dance and sing

And move along

For you were not born forlorn

From an eternal pool of Love you sprung

The Sun and Wind see you play

Soon enough you will be dust

No one will remember us

But the Earth and Sky

So go and play

Before you forget

The Adventure of Self Discovery

“Zen says truth has nothing to do with authority, truth has nothing to do with tradition, truth has nothing to do with the past – truth is a radical, personal realization. You have to come to it.

Knowledge is certain; the search for personal knowing is very, very hazardous. Nobody can guarantee it. If you ask me if I can guarantee anything, I say I cannot guarantee you anything. I can only guarantee danger, that much is certain. I can only guarantee you a long adventure with every possibility of going astray and never reaching the goal. But one thing is certain: the very search will help you to grow.

I can guarantee only growth. Danger will be there, sacrifice will be there; you will be moving every day into the unknown, into the uncharted, and there will be no map to follow, no guide to follow. Yes, there are millions of dangers and you can go astray and you can get lost, but that is the only way one grows.

Insecurity is the only way to grow, to face danger is the only way to grow, to accept the challenge of the unknown is the only way to grow.”


the star falls

A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.

— Jorge Luis Borges

once upon a time there was an old star who had thought it had seen everything…

one day it spied with its timeless eye a small blue gem…

what is this new thing covered in blue water…

suddenly, without warning, the star began to fall…

faster and faster…smaller and smaller…until he could fit on the head of pin…

blackness…and then there was light…a bright wet light…

no memory of who he used to be and was still yet up there in the sky…

one day a bird was heard singing by the Hu-Man boy…

but that is another poem for another time…

many adventures await the Hu-Man…

fly you fools

Hummingbird Songs

Had a visitation by the Green Man. This morning I read a Taoist meditation saying nature speaks through the birds and flowers. Read this poem below as well. Big medicine. By Lauren Raine, 

The Green Man

Remember me, try to remember,
I am the laughing man with eyes like leaves.
When you think that winter will never end,
I will come.
You will feel my breath,
a vine caressing your foot.
I am the blue eye of the crocus,
opening in the snow,
a trickle of water, a calling bird,
a shaft of light among the trees.

Life Starts Clapping

God lays His glance
Life starts

Creatures grab their instruments
And join the

Whenever love makes itself known
Against another

Jewel in the eye starts


— From The Gift by Hafiz


When there
Are just
Beautiful flowers
Blooming inside
What’s left to do
But be cut
And let your
Sweet fragrance
Be enjoyed
By all around
And left to the wind
Or hung to dry
No fear
You shall
Bloom again
Next Year

These are just flowers blooming inside…’tis the season. Cut them, share their fragrance, let them dry, crush them and make a salve of forgiveness. Apply it liberally in your life. You are perennial, you shall bloom forever.

Image – Maturity – OSHO Zen Tarot

Clear Evening After Rain

“The Sun sinks toward the horizon,

the light clouds blow away.

A rainbow shines in the river,

the last raindrops spatter the rock.

Cranes and herons soar in the sky,

fat bears feed around the banks.

I wait here for the west wind

and enjoy the crescent moon

shining through the misty bamboo.”

— Du Fu
One of the most beloved Tang poets 700 China. Sourced from Deng Ming-Dao’s ‘The Lunar Tao’ – pg 29 – A Drop Starts a Cycle