Waking

-------Waking-------

Sun shines 

upon

the waking land

And a dream

Held 

by 

Winter

Is re-membered

Leaf by

small green 

leaf

Into Spring.

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Gifts

-------Gifts-------

When I am with gratitude

the mountains rise up 

through rain clouds

And the song 

within me

gifts itself

Joyfully

Back to 

the 

spring.

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Not Transaction

-------Not Transaction-------

Listening 

is not 

transaction

But a tending

to our 

relations.

When I am present

to the beech 

leaves 

Brushing against 

each other

on a wind

The entire forest 

can hear me 

breathing.

Bound together

in this place,

within a moment

Forever.

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With Spring

-------With Spring-------

Winter in the forest

reminds me

Kindly

That death

beholds a seed

Who soon

With spring

will grow.

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