in a silent mind

This is the twelfth set of haiku from my daily practice started on January 1st, 2021. The previous set is here. I publish a new set every 19 days. Enjoy!

three-hundred-sixty

is still such a limited

view of this wonder

hello my deer friend

shall we prance along this path

and chase swallowtail?

my mind ebbs and flows

without the dry spells, the flood

of thought means nothing

geometric egg

constructed with four circles

together a seed

this isolation

brings on creativity

quintessence being

I am to math art

as a Bee is to flower

covered in passion

precious gems exist

at the junction. Sand and sea.

at the oceans breath

there is a pulse here

you can feel it at the edge

of your consciousness

simple churns of thought

lead us to the mind’s wonders

make a space for this

fractal streams draw me

to a gratitude’s ocean

one drop fills my soul

all tracks in your life

will be erased by time’s tides

yet, still tread lightly

I stumbled upon

the most beautiful pattern

written by water

I found a carcass

half buried in sand ripples

hundreds of years old

I long for language

to speak with the universe

in a silent mind

gaze in reflection

at your beauty, your being

drink it into you

time; non-linear

brings us through our existence

to be here and now

a simplicity

in plucking sprigs of currants

listening to birds

sometimes your anthers

just need to reach higher up

out of your flower

your presence brings joy

come and sit with me; this day

in my green garden