Late night
Walking cobbled streets of Prague
Had one too many pilsners
Met a street performer
On the corner
Done for the night playing his violin
After an hour of shooting the breeze
I asked my new friend
Why is it that you are so at ease?
He replied:
“I play for spare change
I’m the only one who needs to be pleased
Some people call me lazy and completely crazy
But
Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician
I accept who I am
No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”
Daybreak
Clean
Sea breeze
Lungs clear
Practicing
Tai chi
Harmony
For Free
For a long time
She had suffered much
No longer heard the beautiful sounds
Of the garden chimes
Final days
I sat in a chair
Next to her hospital bed
In the end
“I no longer believe”
Is what she said
Privileged
Less privileged
Social climbers
Boomerang slackers
Believe in the good book
Or burn in hell
Pray five times a day
Study Quran
Or an infidel
Sprinkle ancient dust here and there
Until on their deathbed
Atheists do not seem to care
Who is right?
Who is wrong?
Respect each other’s beliefs
Start getting along
Before humankind is gone
Early morning bathe
In cool holy Ganges River
Brings contentment
Simple Go stones
Placed tactically on wood board
Devour silence
Washing dishes by hand
Scrub dry plate fork frying pan
Relaxation
Tranquility
Every time I look at Buddha
I feel so happy
Shake Shake up the trees
Go out live life with energy
Then no regrets
Worked garden for years
Hurricane blew all away
Start over next day
Early morning haze
Skipping stones across the lake
Time to meditate
Morning call to prayer
Centuries of tradition
Islam carries on
Daisen Temple
Slowly raking rock garden
The years fly on by
The Sushi Master
Gracefully sharpens the knife
Perfection takes time
Eiheiji Temple
Meditating on cold floor
Candles burn slowly
