Facets of a Diamond – Blog

If only I
could paint the sky!

A clear blue sky,
empty, all yin,
on which Somebody then paints
a cloud of yang.

I laugh
with Life.
Laughing,
we Embrace.

Thousands of therapies
– all with but one
intention.

Every tree a Witness,
every branch Testifying.

“Good Morning,” I sing
to the trees so still,
and they dance
in response.

A forest of trees
dancing as conducted
by the wind,
Heaven’s Breath.

Was tree worship
so primitive?
Or Enlightened?

Stoicism:
the teaching of the Greek philosopher, Zeno
from his stoa, his porch.

From my porch,
I learn from the tree:
stoic throughout the year.

If I
could fly,
it would be
to that tree.