Everyday Zen, Wilderness Poetry

Listening to this

Floating along in the sky-blue waters of spring
I think of no other
My head is a supple flower,
no longer touching the morning dew
Breaths break upon a distant shore
Birds call my name
And I listen.

Image: Lake Baghdad, Rottnest Island, Australia.

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Primitive Joe

Challenging backpacking trips, zazen, contemplating the lens through which I view the world, and a love of discovering new things drive my appreciation for this place we live.