Counting my Breath what can you say about the sun, moon, stars while sky holds them up do they have a choice looking out my window figures walk their dogs some run some trot some stop to smell the roses I planted on the curb I watch them sniff then off they go please spreadContinue reading “Counting my Breath”
bound by our desires I watch the incense rise…
busy busy busy thoughts buzzing in my mind clear the space toss them out watch them fly
Every Tuesday I send out a Newsletter to my Yoga students–“Tuesday Newsday”. This was it for today Feb. 11, 2020. My poems/tanka are published in the Rafu Shimpo. Kwan Yin was printed last week.
sweet lotusthrives in muddy watersyet, diesin pure clean waterperhaps I stand a chance