That which appears to be empty
merely possesses a more
subtle type of fullness.

The poet's thoughts become a poem;
but, what is its engine that
drives it home?

Buds are the baby
flowers waiting to
be born.

Agapanthus orientalis
Lily of The Nile

Consider how many among us,
unbeknownst to the rest,
are drowning in this
ocean of people.

The sun fell upon a flower,
yet the sky did not
grow dark.




Coulter's Matilija Poppy
Romneya coulteri



A sea urchin is pure art in death. The essential
qualities of line, color, and geometrical form
are embodied in a beautiful structure.

Strangers are merely raconteurs
whose every story is
a mystery!