Photo by JB, 2018
Modest redstart watches me behind
old wisterias and then comes down here
on loose gravel where frisks looking something
at the ground as I too often do
I feel birds’ joy and freshness that chirps
in the clear and bright light of the day
while I smoke slowly thoughts in the shadow.
Just this moment is beautiful God
June, 15th 2018
Photo by JB 2017
I need pain in my life
to see well what I am
I need night in my light
to see You further me
In the garden of sun
trees and shrubs enjoy light.
Where their roots look for peace
there’s an ancient cave dark
Under ground, I go there
to see me in the smoke
to feel all that my smoke
and to be as the smoke
Like that cave is my life
many days in my years
when I swear any light
and become only smoke
January, 13th 2018
The skin of the angels 