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poetry about and photography of everyday happenings and sights


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Ahimsa

Tucked between mother 

and father, five little goslings

slid in the pond and paddled

away in one clump of feathers.

Serene on the surface,

frantic underneath at our

approach though we meant

no harm. Even so, the parents, 

in this scary world, deduced

precautions were necessary

to ensure their offspring 

were safe. Is this not what all 

sentient beings want?


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A Snowy Morning

The earth was hushed 

that morning and a light

snow was falling, uniting

ground and sky, the still

and the moving, brown and

white. Pine needles on the 

path were covered by snow 

highlighting an intricate 

design like a fisherman’s net 

or spider’s web, an encounter

between life and death. 

The cosmos was showing off

its artistry in twisted bare 

branches, in an ethereal

light on a skim of ice, in

things seldom observed.

Nature was sparking the

imagination with the 

magnificence of creation 

with no intention other

than to simply enchant.