it was just a flower garden

IMAG3572she got up early

and toiled in the soil on the hillside

hoping to pull the weeds

before the hot sun struck her back…

it was just a flower garden

a simple flower garden

into which she tried

–to find meaning

–to give meaning

–to be meaningful

finally she had to leave and rest

and found herself seated on the front doorstep

and all of her life passed her by–

the tears fell one by one–

pounding the cement

with each memory


morning entrance



Looking out over the backyard,

my eye takes in a delicious view…

the dew is gentle on the perennials —

whose guest appearance is more abundant this year with the copious amount of rainfall–

in the distance, I can see the fog lift up the grass..

the fields stretch for miles

bordered by a silhouette of forest…

the birds have already begun their morning dialogue

the birch tree is stretching to grow…

and the majestic sun-fire is entering to light our day–

Morning to you all!


Morning Sundrops




Photo Credit: n.h. bourne, 2014

“Sunshine Landslide”
Photo Credit: n. h. bourne


morning sundrops

dance across the tips of the prairie grass

love lighting their way

into the perfect day


"Tiny Delights" Photo Credit:  n.h.bourne;2014.

“Tiny Delights” Photo Credit: n.h.bourne;2014.

"Butter Love"  Photo Credit: n. h. bourne; 2014

“Butter Love” Photo Credit: n. h. bourne; 2014


an oblique glance

an oblique glance

came my way

as tears

washed through the inside of me

how humanity

finds sorrow difficult to face head on

we sandwich our funerals in between our tasks

we excuse ourselves if we are asked

we run

we hide

we fear

we do not want to be its pawn

yet into every life

grief enters

perhaps if we entered its song

we could right ourselves from the wrong?IMAG2523



DER HORENDE by Toni Zenz


building in my mind

squeezing the orange

one more time!

pain floating

in and out

how the inner voices

leap and shout

Toni Zenz, “Der Hörende”

(“The Listener,” bronze, 1957,

Pax-Christi Kirche, Essen, Germany)

why?…why not?

judge…do not judge


brain fog smudge


leap on that being

turn it into becoming

let out the primordial scream





Teachers as wise as Lao Tzu have extolled the virtues of patience – “I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.” – See more at:



petal openness

joy without reservation

just being itself






tiny seeds of life

nurtured daily with loving

persevering will





being, becoming, loving, forgiving