Become the moment,
the world. Be the breathe of life
in all living things.
There can be no self-doubt if
we release our sense of self.
Category: Tanka
When it’s been too long
since the last time we tasted
or saw the red blood
that stained the earth and mind, we
hunger for war once again
The shimmering snow
floats sweetly upon the air
Capturing the sun
It reflects the mountain light
Soft frozen crystals shine bright
The gentle trickle
of a mountain stream, frozen
at the surface edge
Fighting to find its way down
A Winter river’s struggle
Peaking through the trees
of this landscape, white and still
Is a bright sunset,
on the wide, long horizon
A violent pink and orange
The experience
of being human, should come,
always, before the
desire for living our
human experiences
Morning colours are
painted upon the landscape
A blanket of fog
lays itself upon the fields
A soft autumn sun rises
The harsh storm knocks her
children to the ground, scattered,
they lay at her roots
She stands in the aftermath
A sole apple tree remains
Two men are standing
in the fields of Levanger,
surrounded by birds
From the passing train I think,
‘What strange lives they both must lead’
This cold mountain air
and sweet sake on my lips
fades into blue night
with birds chirping, my sense of
time and of place has shifted
A stroll through the park
Remnants of the morning storm
Alone and at peace
I look upon the river
Soundless, it flows into me
Across the valley
a light fog passes through trees
Sunlight falls in rays
Many trees have lost all their leaves
But enough remain to shine