
Calling with a message for those seeking meaning eternal.
Listening to the sounds echoing across the mind and soul.
What is calling us to seek destinations beyond ourselves?

Calling with a message for those seeking meaning eternal.
Listening to the sounds echoing across the mind and soul.
What is calling us to seek destinations beyond ourselves?

Shared moments of peaceful solitude on a Summer morn.
Fading memories of seasons past hold no sway today.
What more can one seek than living peacefully each moment?

Running moment to moment without concern for tomorrow.
Expecting nothing yet finding everything needed now.
Do we seek distraction to avoid the uncomfortable?

Offerings given and received atop an old altar of wood.
Consumed with gusto and abandon, raising questions of time passed:
When have we stopped to appreciate the beauty of the morning?

Familiar faces meeting on the well-worn path of living.
Stopping to remember and share time gone, yet not forgotten.
How many of our memories are real or imagined?

Vitality breathing in the fresh air of the Spring season.
Where have you come from friendly neighbour of Nature, may I ask?
Xanthic shades of rusty gold raise questions of their origin.

A quiet forest path connecting directions, seasons, life.
Thoughts and memories arise linking moments, lifetimes, aeons.
What is related to that which is gone, remaining, to come?

In a well-travelled corner of a forest: remnants of trees.
Protruding like tombstones from the forest: much remains hidden.
Yet life seeks tomorrow perched atop the wood graves of yesterday.

Along a wooded trail nearing the close of the year.
One is waiting to pass while the other is waiting for now.
What price is to be paid for wisdom of the present moment?

The cold season approaches and preparations must go on.
Days are dying quickly and danger is lurking all around.
What can be done but to simply live fully in each moment?