- dragonflies -
the morning air is crisp.
the subtle calling of autumn
nudges easily in while summer momentaraly nods,
dreaming of it’s youth.
day begins to shimmer in lingering blue branches;
stretches in shadow and light across the ground;
a whisper of wind high over head
moves in the cedars.
in the growing warmth
dragonflies crawl from husks of past lives.
individuals emerging, birthed of their own effort.
solitary in their struggle -
dependent on the sun and breeze to spread their wings.
they fly away; green jewels in the morning light.


- WHY WE BREATHE -
1
WAVES-
	GENTLE RYTHMIC-
IN OUR OWN LIVES,
TIE US ALL TOGETHER.
WAVES OF BIRDS
	TURN IN THE AIR,
DARTING,
		TUMBLING FROM TREE
	TO TREE.
NEITHER COMING OR GOING.
WAVES OF LEAVES
		AWAKENED LIKE FIRE,
FALLING,
ORANGE AND BROWN,
	DISTURB THE SURFACE OF WATER.
TREES-
BIRDS,
		REFLECTED THERE
BECOME ONE.
2
RIPPLES FROM THE STONE
	THROWN INTO THE LAKE
FIT TOGETHER LIKE LOVERS IN HUSHED PASSION.
ONE MIND/PULSE, JOINED,
	SUNLIGHT SPARKED-
	A CIRCLE OF ESSENCE,
		DREAMS,
			LIVES INTWINED.
GOING OUT,
	COMING IN,
YET NEVER TURNING BACK.
LISTEN TO THE WAVES WITHIN YOU.
LET THEM GUIDE YOU WHERE
		NO GUIDE IS NEEDED.
LIVE WHERE YOU STAND.
WHERE LEAVES IN WATER
	ARE ALL THAT’S NEEDED TO
MAKE BIRDS AND TREES ONE.