one moment without voices

One moment of blessing

is

waking up in the early morn

when

the sun is half-awake

and 

not fully risen.

someone 

woke up like 

the happy kingfisher 

in the river nearby.

 someone

heard the morning voice

sweet like the dewdrops

and rose

sleepily like a 

puppy.

 and woke the 

sleeping bear 

snoring heavily.

 One moment 

before the sun rises

one moment

before they

are

big themselves 
like 

the sleeping bear.

.

precious 

is

this moment now.

something about trees

There are trees who watch the sea. 

And trees who look up at the sky and with their hands outstretched and palms open wide, they touch the sun.

 Some trees are smug.  They have no idea that in their smugness, they look "ludicrous as to be laughable". Or maybe they take their business very seriously especially when tasked to watch over something like what a supervisor does.

Some are just too powerful, so forceful and intense that you would feel their gaze down your napes and maybe even make you miss a heartbeat.

A lot of times trees are misunderstood.  They are misconstrued as getting in the way and so are chopped down.   

When lucky, they get hugs.  

But they would prefer to be forgotten and left to root deep under the earth to watch the people at the beach,  or touch the sun and left alone to be quirky and funny or thunderously gigantic.

As I do a  tree pose and stand on one leg, I visualize balance, strength, and gentleness with every breath.  I visualize giving,  like what a tree does endlessly,  without expecting anything in return. I cradle in my arm-branches all the elements of the earth,  and imagine abundance like a tree in spring and summer.

And in my one and only lifetime, I meet trees everywhere and I make friends with a lot of them.  In my one and only lifetime.

A Warning

If we will only listen, this bird has a message.  This message was not created by the bird.  Have we forgotten that we made this sign and the message inside the sign? Yet this bird will try everything to call our attention to their eventual destruction- and the world for that matter and use our own devices, our own words to say something very important.

I recommend a Nobel Peace prize for Mr. Sea Gull.

(but what is it that i have been hearing about you?  you like cheese flavored doritos? )

some beautiful, some plain

Still, waste bins or trash cans, or litter receptacles, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...or realistically, would stink no matter what. Some serve its purpose, others don't.

Fifth Ave. New York

Humboldt University

Ferndale

 A lot of times, we humans who invented them,  miss the point.

New York Herald Square

Here they are striking a colorful pose among birds and beasts.  But can they really do the job of cleaning up? Geographically speaking, you will find its contents, somewhere they should not be.  What do you think the fishes are saying?