Sunset.

The awe and splendor of the autumn leaves

shows no less spirit than the cutting of light through the woods.

As a sliver of light glides through the gap between day and night and pauses;

this quality of light creates relaxation; an ebb and flow of breath.
Just moments before the graininess of darkness
?  A moment of reflection, of gratitude, of life.

Sunrise

I wish to count how many dreams have been set by people who bound hope 

with the sun rising up over the distant horizon?

And my soul, no less, raises the sun this morning

on a standard of hope and desire.

Waves and Streams

What did you say?
The water was high I could not hear you clearly
Level with me
what is it you want

are  you conversing with me or talking with me to yourself

Taking a Journey to the Essence. Breath. Truth.

a seed is no more a human than I am a tree.  

This thought causes me to wonder, if I were comparing myself to a tree? how would  I build a me?  What do I require - is it sunlight, water, nutrients,-- or something more like sanctity, a knowing of 'home', spirit of integrity