Garden by the Sea

(upon a painting by Yumi)


If not for bouquets of summer glory gathered by gentle hands

What reason for gardens by the sea?


The muffled break of waves is not as loud

As the whiff and whirr

of hummingbird

Black and yellow bumble bee busy in the bloom,

Each comes to gather gold–

Drawn by sunlight and color,

The ladies in hats and summer gowns, baskets on their arms

Stroll down from the house.

When they return,

Marigold scent in hair, dahlia pollen on hem and sleeve,

They will fill the house with rainbows of stock and zinnia.


Even as Neptune sleeps, the sea a great blanket over him

Deep monsters and storms quiet now


Everything is Energy


Ocean air blowing streams of light

Whirling through bush and tree, grasses pushing up

Butterflies afloat, the mind brimming, spilling over

Spilling its delight…

Light as a finch skipping on air!


I have dreamed such days, lived too few, when death

Did not seem final, truth not so rare:

Hours pushing open leaves and petal on petal

Unfolding in fragrance….

…flooded with light, holding form

For what we call a day, but is, one flower each calls their own.


Have a Tao Day.

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