Spiritual

Ashland Haiku

(haiku about Ashland, Oregon: my college town and more; dedicated to Dr. Michael Stone) wet red leaves strewn on every sidewalk; flaming yet pacific Vietnamese joint

The Stranger

The man returns my stare in a knowing way. Do I like this man? I’m not sure? If I look long enough, try to clear my mind, He looks like a stranger, I’ve never seen before.

Storm

For those facing the storm of life...

In-between life and death

In-between life and death Let’s not resign another breath Plentiful with a full-pail gainful Reach up into ends rainbow Catch that butterfly’s coattail..?

Judged Beliefs

I believe different, I feel your judgment. Is it less orthodox, or out of context, because it's mystic? If cults obey, doing works of Love Are they fake, or from above

Winds of October

Nurtured by winds of October Do some of us feel sold over? Now that rowans russet red And national feed the bird’s day Is here again; for them to be fed. Don’t we ourselves wish to stay?

Flight of the Passiondove

The firebird and firedove The dove of passion And the dove of love Dance the dance of flames Court in a ring of crazy fire For the love of life For a scarlet ribbon For a crimson caress.

Mirror

I stand here today, in my own future; Life's reflection glistening through the tears. The shadow of a former self Behind me , through the years, turns and walks away.

My Childhood Sword

Alas my childhood sword, a dagger to me now. How big it seemed at the time, how big it was. Looking back, I finally see how easy living was back then; the time has gone so quickly.