Thoughts evaporate Yielding to infinite breath. Inhale. Float home.
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Bestseller!
The book I contributed to, Hidden in Childhood, is a bestseller on Amazon! If you are interested, get your copy here.
Congratulation to Gabriela Marie Milton and thanks again for accepting my poem!
When I take my throne, then I
… will be very uncomfortable. And quite cold.
Senryu
Trying the poetry challenge from Colleen M. Chesebro
A Senryu is essentially a Haiku, but instead of being about Nature it is about human nature.
I fixate on you As if you are in the room Instead of my phone
My First Radio Show
How exciting to participate in a radio show! I was able to read the poem that will be in the collection Hidden in Childhood. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton for this amazing opportunity! Great poets and great poems 🙂
Cleaning up in the Forest
I have often entered the woods carrying my burdens like a heavy backpack. The first part of my hike is spent thinking, pondering, stressing. Replaying problems or anticipating future roadblocks. Sometimes my thoughts are in a tangle, others they are firmly focused on the issue I am dealing with.
Yet, as I step along, Anna trotting ahead of me, my worries begin to dissipate. Sometimes I have arrived at the solution, but many times my concerns are tread into the path, taken in by the trees. Like they turn carbon into oxygen, the leaves filter my thoughts until I am left with peace.
I have brought some pretty serious problems with me into the forest, but I can’t remember one time that I left without feeling some relief, some belief that I will figure it out and things will be OK. At times, I am even given an epiphany.
The woods come with many gifts, but their ability to soothe, to take me in and change me, is one that I reverence always. I often say my thanks out loud to the trees: the best I can do to repay them for this free service.
If you like my writing, you should check out my book: Tao of Thoreau
Milestone!
I’ve reached another milestone on my publishing journey!
Four-hundred books! (That felt good to write out.)
Strangely, I have to force myself to celebrate this accomplishment. Part of the problem is that my publishing dreams have been so huge since I was a child, that it is hard for any reality to measure up.
What I’ve been doing is imagining them stacked up in forty piles of ten. Picturing this gives a geometry, a mass to what it means to have this many books out in the public.
This has been followed by, I think, a better visualization: 400 people actually owning and reading my book. That was what the dream was always about, if I strip away fantasies of amazing stardom and best-selling status.
People reading my words. What I have always wanted. What I am finally achieving.
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Waterfall in the Ruins
Two of my favorites: ruins and waterfalls. I’ve always loved ruins, whether they are colonial like this or ancient and magnificent like in Italy. There is an echo of the past, evidence of labor and construction, and the ghostlike essence of those who once lived and worked in a place that is now abandoned.
Golden Hour
Size Doesn’t Matter
When it comes to waterfalls I am not picky. I’ve seen some gigantic ones, and they are awesome, but I’ll take any size any time.
There is a magic to them, and I enjoy water rushing, falling, noisy flowing.
Boz Bozeman 