After death, is it cold and empty? Subtle fears manifest, and dream of deepest human warmth.  What peace! Tao of heart and void persist my first Tanka

Hot Air

Pristine Mountain Lake I blew too many bubbles Hot air, it overflowed.


This sea of idols. Swim with the stars, soul sibling, that we may stay free.  

Three Years

Silent rain drops fall And though the storm has ended Rainbows guide us still   Written in memory of Dylan