Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

measured mass
iotas of oxygen
livin small

tredding the non-space
between barely dressed
and fully oblivious

mind en route
in no particular rush
spirit caught by any old wind

modest modicums of momentum
downhill humbly acknowledged
livin small, invisible footprints in the sand

buddhas big feet
trekking across india
up to the himalayan
heights, whistling a
bajan tal. landing in
china as bodhidharma
watching the wall,
then putting on his
big shoes and heading to
tien tai mountain heights
with a cold mountain song...............

This is the third time I have posted this deleted it twice, shopping around looking for where it fits. I think it works here. Judih we need ya. Things are bad in America. Wires of communitcation are stressed

Letting it go
Change is a constant
Now is perfect

Here I am
Exactly where i should be
Where I am


No purpose
No delusion
Life is beautiful

like the Hopi
Niagra Falls
slowly I turn
step by step
a stooge, a brother
life is beautiful
CJ turned me on to
that beautiful movie
Schindler too and
I must admit the
tears did flow
we do need judih
her words when seen
O how they do shine
a breath of life on
this razors edge....................

the way i feel.............this morn.......

livin small
imperfect life
the tiny circle
branches out
crouches
beneath the leaves

the hedgehogs mate....carefully....out in the backyard.......

livin small, risking big
gotta do it
do it right

livin' tall in the saddle
horsin' around
casting a small shadow

deep sea diving
looking for a pearl
i close my shell and oyster away

I looked from the pier
with the crane operators
cool-rays on
and low and behold
there was manta ray
with a 20 foot wingspan
gliding down the shoreline
30 feet from the sand..........

manta ray in shallow water
shadow of wings
tail of spike
welcome mat
to Red Sea waters
watch her bask in cool clear stream
follow her to infinite turquoise depth

(not in Kansas anymore)