Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Wind

The wind is moving through the trees,
Pushing against each leaf and branch,
Meeting no resistance.

Mother Nature teaches us,
To bend,
No grass, flower or stem,
Holds itself rigid.

When we let go,
We understand,
Whatever comes our way,
Is a blessing.

When You Pour Your Tea

When you pour your tea,     There are a thousand eyes, Watching the moon, Praying for answers. Invite those eyes, To sit awhile...