my cognitive mantru (aka swimming in MANTRAS)
my pants first shoes second
my feeling alive
my being calm and activejb
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spring tells the winter
time for your well deserved nap
my flowers sprout bloomsthe spring night wind blows
pipe chimes verse
was it the angels singing…a monsoon clearing
got up early this morning
a star light star bright…
oh the bitter cold
three hundred feet of bitter cold
to ice hut smoke stackjb, (dreaming of Round Lake)
-----------------------------------------the late winter wind
is telling the spring flowers
i’m not gone quite yetthe black mondo grass planted
grows and flourishes
Spalding. we love youjb, march 7th, 06 (2nd anniversary of finding Spalding’s body)
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clean dishes in the rack
flowers up in the back
when the storm blows over
new shoots still on the branches
and calm soft rain falls…
ragging morning wind
just a few breaths
and the winter sun arrivesthe snow drops are up
early spring rising at five
rainwater ice coldjb, (dedicated to John Brodie who died in Vermount)
----------------------------------the sunrise says…
how are you today
springing calendar winternow (wow) our daughter is twenty
could it be that long
since that wintry drive…jb, march 8, – j’aimeclaire’s 20th birthday
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where does the snow end
and the clouds beginpushing your kayak
from the sandy shore
moments of calm in water
today we go to the secret beach
nude, sun and water
warm, shallow, welcoming
as the sun sets now
sound of shakuhachi flute
both end with fade out
seeing the snow capped peaks
as the strong winds blow
the monsoons to start
fall at the cabin
hunter shots same as
oak trees drop loud boom acorns
seeing the snow capped peaks
as the strong winds blow
the monsoons to start
the early Spring
sent the smells of freshness
held in by the greyish clouds
and a friend instantaneously rewrote this as:
Spring is creeping in
the branches stir in the sky
oh, how I love you
quiet is not dialectic
alone is right here
Season to Season
Cherry blossoms bowing down
to new bamboo shots
both feeling a breeze
Wisteria blooming
thirty feet up in the tree
defines it’s own path
Hummingbird Honeysuckle
darting back and forth
gone and then back here
seeing the snow capped peaks
as the strong winds blow
the monsoons to start
Leaf floats down the steam
in the ocean disappears
after its brief time here
Leaf floats down the stream
down river, river, to ocean
leaving behind hope