On the wooded path
Light illuminates the way
Along God's carpet

This bright early morn
Hat reserves the spot where
I contemplate all

After the Wilderness
I seek to see rocks and streams
In the city machines

deep in summer night
bird, beast; flight or fang eerie
call someone would know

under stream stones
three point balance of nature
like us; body. mind, spirit

In the morning sun
whirlwind dance of the flies only
seen catching the light

over the mountains
the night sky heavy with stars
I saw it cracked

Hot summer morning
Umbrellas in the jungle
Mushrooms in the grass

the green forest twig
Or twine de vine how does it
Make the leap across?