Quiet Sigh Rising

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Sun-kissed Splash

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



First Fruits

Barefoot in the heat

In the sun-soaked garden

I eat berries, red and purple,

As they fall into my hand.

 

Ice in Summer










Overheard 2

I’ve always been alone.

I’m afraid to be alone.

But what about the cyclical nature of reality? That’s what really gets me.

I don’t follow you… are you talking about the coming and the going?

There’s just circles everywhere. And we’re circles.

In isolation.

Joy Seeds

 

Joy Seeds