Masks

If I hide behind the mask I show to the world,

And you hide behind a mask you find appropriate,

Who are we?

I will put mine down if you will, too.

You go first.

Spring

Did Spring outdo herself this year?

Or do I simply forget from year to year?

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.

Will you be my friend?

I got all caught up in this Facebook thing and I'm beginning to see how we are all woven together in a million little threads. Ying in Seattle has a whole list of friends, and they have friends who have friends, and I'm a friend of Ying's, so her friends are my friends and my friends are her friends, and don't you see? If we continue that way, it's only logical that there is a tiny village in Africa and someone there is my friend.

Stop, Look, Listen

Sometimes it's better if I stop a moment...

and look at life from another perspective.