Haikus | October 15, 2025

1The leaves are falling,Yesterday’s dew, white frosting,The heart longs to share. 2I sit cross legged,savoring deep cleansing breaths,eyes closed sight clearing. 3The Buddha dreaming,waiting for the world to wake,I open one eye.

September

it is that golden season where the morning light paints everything it touches with a radiant glow. life transitions and recovers from the scorching heat of the dog days of summer to the brisk, crisp morning air. and while we slept mother nature has laid a blanket of dew upon the ground. it is theContinue reading “September”