trekking mates
When traveling in opposites I can’t catch him When traveling the same he can’t catch me Oh what to-do about … Continue reading trekking mates
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.
Where are we, now?
Jumping from the diving board It was a hard rain Loud, steamy, sticky Screams from the swingsets It’s a therapy … Continue reading Where are we, now?
Comma
this corpus callosum, this portal interdependent halves, working together duality flowing, through one conscientiousness, consciousness compassion Image credit: Gigandet X, … Continue reading Comma
the daughter
the world wrapped its arm around her shoulder pushing off the cold chill of a drifting cloud no need to … Continue reading the daughter
the laughing puddle
Leapinga playful Splisha joyful Splash Plungingdeep into the innocentPuddle of Poetry some sayshe was never seenAgain Inspiration:Who says my poems … Continue reading the laughing puddle
the finding place
as a tree, still growing together with tall friends still growing loving all the seasons spring summer fall, winter sitting … Continue reading the finding place
Aion’s chrysalis
light breaks & glows, it passeswithin the humble silence of Aion’s cocoon arcing & extending, in timethe circle & line, … Continue reading Aion’s chrysalis
where the children play
plunged into the Saturnal yearno thought, a quiver, within reacharrows of time caress the archer’s fingertipslike blossoms of flaming cockscombstrings … Continue reading where the children play
Primitive Joe 