Clay Vessels All of our lives made of clay Our hearts, our minds, and each day. And those who love us Shape and mold us Their fingerprints remain Forever part of the vessel. #reflecting #metaphor #nikonusa #gratitude #interdependence #potter #potterywheel
I came to know my father better in his death than I had in life. Sad though I am His Voice still now like the fog wrapped around the pine at the side of the house. His body a constant spring of mouse trap pains -no more His love of life bigger than this world …
How interesting windows can be Windows O you window, measure of longing, refilling so many times as one life spills over and hurries toward an other life. You who divide and who bring together, as changeable as the sea— a mirror, suddenly, reflecting and blending our faces with what we see through you; a taste …
An exploration and reflection on presence, suffering, and states of attachment; through the lenses of words and photograph.
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it livable. We work with being, …
No living human has pardon from vulnerability. What if our key weaknesses are our strengths? The key is learning when we resist and or shut down.
The stranger within my body A binding tether to the complication That is the burden of pursued happiness Contrived knitting; a self inflicted design When the truth is simple; The way out is through And Joy unleashed percolates Like yellow shadowed rain drops On the pond encircled by steady daffodils.
What is the cost of our ceaseless gasping, seeking, fumbling, and our unkept restlessness?
Fear is an emotional response that often causes confusion.
I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. by Richard Wright from “Haiku: This Other World”