Work is done and soon forgotten.
Living on, never downtrodden.
Looking out, there are no doors,
Simple space and open floors.
Rain or shine, blue or gray,
There is no single way.
On work #1
The sun sets and the day softens.
As it happens so often,
The end of an adventure.
A tired body ready for the future.
God of fire
Blood of the earth,
Fires from the hearth.
Water, air, earth & fire,
The elements aspire
to join in harmony.
A cup
Learning, doing,
No learning, no doing.
Empty space relating,
To all that is uniting,
In that which is unrelenting,
Yet never occurring.
It exists without itself,
And thus ends up on the shelf.