sunset over soy bean hill

sunset over soy bean hill
clouds draw pastel curtains
o'er retiring face
of gold

i store knowledge under my bed
as if it will make my
dreams
more illuminated
or my body
more prepared
for the secrets
only pillows know

taking a bath on a summer morning
is like bathing in light
but with bubbles

Incense

Smoke from incense
Fire's ghost haunting my room
Curling and beckoning
I wash my face in it and
breathe, spirit
Like a veil unraveling
grey threads;
the mourning, threadbare
and fragrant

Looking out of an airplane window

the ocean has a skin
it bleeds onto the earth

a deep vibration
soul sensation
breath inflation
world negation
                 prana

the ego is
that which is I
the Soul is
that which Is