By: EarlB, 1:24 AM GMT on March 23, 2014
Searching for spring all day, I never saw it,
straw sandals treading everywhere
among the clouds, along the bank.
Coming home, I laughed, catching
the plum blossoms' scent:
spring at each branch tip, already perfect.
-poem by an anonymous Sung Dynasty Nun
One thousand years ago
a Sung Dynasty nun
didn't take credit for her
inspiration, her duty not to fame
but to the servi...
By: EarlB, 1:41 AM GMT on January 26, 2014
The falling snowflakes came like messages from the Beloved.
They fell to us, these mysterious messengers on a Moonless night.
With the morning came the Breeze, lifting the snow, like Moths, Skyward,
Sunward toward the creator in a dance swirling without end.
Music played, the dancer spun, heart's pounded, all watched
As the Sun inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, breathing her children home.
Come dance with me, we c...
By: EarlB, 1:17 AM GMT on January 12, 2014
These are pivotal
Times of the year for
This is the time
When mine aches to
When I think
Of those near but so far
Never to be near again,
And those now,
Sadly, drifting away:
Hearts breaking away, lost.
By: EarlB, 2:22 AM GMT on December 15, 2013
I have another story about the quiet here on the farm for you.
It's been cold here, and one morning last week i noticed that odd quiet
again. Temperatures were in the low 20's this time, quite different
from from the much warmer quiet a few months ago.
It was the first cold night after several days of rain and there was
plenty of moisture in the air when the cold air moved in. Even patches
of fog were su...
Updated: 11:21 PM GMT on December 16, 2013
By: EarlB, 1:25 PM GMT on November 29, 2013
The cold morning
Crystallized floating leaves.
The blue sky,
An autumn canvas,
Art in the hawk's flight.
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