The Space Between

Evening sun ignites

fall trees, warming the way home

with luminous light.


The Clearing

Driving through the morning mist,

lost in a fog of my own making,

I startle as three young deer

leap before me.

I shudder at what might have been

and acknowledge what is now

with gratitude.


Sitting Meditation

From a source beyond myself

 I was asked

“What have you become?”.

It caught me by surprise

and left me feeling sad and judged

until I came to see

it was a koan to sit with,

not something words could answer.