There is time
Discovering the weeping deciduous expressing itself with full tendrils, billowing White linens alive on a laundry line Hurry! It’s going … Continue reading There is time
Author: 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.
In letters
Rippling across life waters in the eventide breeze I come to you Delivering bouquets like sea spray kisses And missives … Continue reading In letters
Votive moments
Sometimes before first light and sometimes within the night I think thoughtful thoughts of presents You would adore unearthing a … Continue reading Votive moments
The sometimes
Call it a religion or not a religion Unsubsidized by unkindness A fulfilling sense without requiring calm Of knowing and … Continue reading The sometimes
A thimble
Even if home is a small, silver thimble Continue reading A thimble
The arrival
Beyond love.
And what now?
Consider the meaning of this. Continue reading The arrival
In the spectrum of the isolated
While you’re sleeping
He will lend his colors to these letters black and white Continue reading In the spectrum of the isolated
October breeze
A memory of being together
From a shimmer in a dragline silk Continue reading October breeze
Primitive Joe 