Category: Poetry

Alien Landscape

Sometimes I wonder
At the need to travel
To other planets

This one is so alien
And unexplored

We think we build walls
Because we are human
But all living things
Build walls

And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious

I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me

And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility

Seven beautiful trees
One dying
One reduced
To a pile of wood

On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow

A light snow
Fallen
On any landscape

Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting

I am as struck
By the human capacity for

Creation
Beauty
Love

From afar, they seem
Not so much
The Great Sand Dunes

Overshadowed by
The snow-capped mountains
Beyond

Love is a flame

Compassion at the core
The heart glows orange
Embers fuel passion’s fire

An early snow
In the high country
Under a low ceiling
Autumn still clinging to the trees

Winter gnaws at the bit
Eager, snorting
But the trees
Shed snow faster than leaves

I love a road
Through wide open spaces
Where straight lines
Reel through the changes

I love a country that is big
That is grand
Where the sky
Makes love to land

From Jingshan peak
They surveyed the world
From the heart
Of The Middle Kingdom