I Ching - Modesty

Who am I?

Every photo I take is a self-portrait.
—Unknown

All the World's a Stage

Design today's face.
Create another tomorrow
—always keep the world guessing.

Pursuit

Wishing for enough time
 to learn it all—just gotta keep running.

Out of Body

Roam the world.
Awaken still safely rooted
—my unconfined soul.

Destiny foretold

Prematurely aged—shadows on weathered rock.

Gates

Locked out of life,
another friend died today
  —solitary passage.

Wind?

I feel her warm hug.
Probably only the wind
     —she died last week.

Unfinished conversations

Three friends died this week.

  Empty chairs around the table

       —I miss their laughter.

Is there an elevator?

How high is heaven?
Express ride—or a long climb?

Do I get to choose?

As above, so below

Too much sameness.
     Is this all there is?

Tick tock

   Time and time again

Pieces of my cuckoo clock remade—going in circles

Too much time

Every day the same.
Waiting for something, anything
 —doing nothing.

   

Mayfair Man

Prospects unlimited.

Bleak morning

Salty fog muffles the grumbling sea—no diving today

Divers

Judy & Doug at Salt Point

Boots

Tired soles abandoned.
     he runs barefoot through fields
  —pursuing his soul.

At Mike Geisler's

All the philosophy of life is in the labels.

Koan Solved

One hand clapping
Patting myself on the back—

Buddha gives the finger

Power Trip

Ancient truck passing
Its sounds shape the road—
What do my sounds shape?