
Searching beneath the surface for undiscovered treasures.
Reaching beyond limits, your senses awakened and attuned.
Where to find what you are seeking, but by looking within.

Searching beneath the surface for undiscovered treasures.
Reaching beyond limits, your senses awakened and attuned.
Where to find what you are seeking, but by looking within.

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

Floating on a world of darkness at the dawn of a new day.
Losing yourself in thoughts of hunger and what the day will bring.
What is it that seeks to interrupt you in your search for peace?

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?

A cold Winter morning: a grey ghost moves about quietly.
Following the fading traces of a phantom not yet seen.
What Truth will be found following your fading path of the past?

A pair of trails, newly blessed with snow, revealing yesterday.
Leading away on divergent lines of life, met now by you.
What footprints do you leave behind for those following tomorrow?

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.