Walk in the Woods

Early spring in the deep sanctuary of the forest.
A shade of green only seen in March.
Tiny blossoms, towering trees.
Quiet whispers of 50 hikers who walk softly on sacred ground.
I will remember this day.

Hope-Love

"You don't have to invent it, or buy it, or borrow it, or steal it from a saint. You have already got it. It is in you, but it is covered so thickly that you don't suspect that your very nature is love, your very essence is kindness."

---Eknath Easwaran

Dallas Arboretum

If I were a poet, perhaps I could think of some words.

I'm not.

I can't.

It was simply too beautiful for words.