Seeing

you cannot see the world
from where you stand,
for you've knotted yourself,
planted yourself
too firm, too deep,

and so you look out
into the emptiness
with reticent eyes,
spinning dreams, and
crocheting memories,

weaving patterns
that only fit
into your template
of how the world
should be,
snipping off loose
unseemly threads,
in disbelief. 

your patterns fill
but the emptiness
you fear,
the very space
which holds
warp and weft
in sweet conflict.

when you slip
into the intangible
formless emptiness,
you will see
the world
as it really is,
not the way
you want it to be.

Seeing

a falling apart
or a coming together
of worlds
new and old?

a fragmented self
or a cryptic whole
aglow
in a new light,
seen beyond darkness?

A pause
for a breath,
and the view
is magical!

Trees and Water

A silent walk with trees and water....

Seeing Patterns

thoughts
carry the seeds
of vibrant stories -
like flies flitting
untiringly,
from a garbage heap
to a pile of fruits
to an insipid wall
to a sweaty nose;
everything
is alive
and connected,
if only
we see it that way.