Meditation Mound

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winter storm
the death of a giant
I sit upon lost limbs

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There is a grassy park about a block from my house. I took my son there the other day to play catch, unusually early, well for us. The 9 to 5'ers had already headed to cubicle and counter, but not yet been released to delve into their brown paper bagged midday treat ; the dogs had long since had their first walk and done the first day business; so the lawn was all but empty except for the two of us, a few ne'er do wells, and irregular shift workers.

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The Westend of Vancouver has some of the most impressive urban trees in the world. They can get pretty big but even a might sequoia does not live forever. And when these giants fall, they leave wreckage and scar tissue on the land. Ruins. A remembrance of their time of domination. Also an excellent place for mediation. Open your eyes says my inner being and look.

minute flower
a giant's castoff, spring debris
coy in a stream

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rhododendron
stigma
beauty and poison
red-capped amanita

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Rhododendron and azalea do very well in my neck of the urban jungle. Drink in their beauty but never consume their petals and parts. I have it on good authority, the internet, they are very toxic. So it is said of the red-capped mushrooms that Smurfs like to inhabit. Don't go eating Papa's house; it will be the last thing you ever do. So consider yourself doubly warned with these pink beauties.

When Tickled Pink

the shades are drawn
petals given soft light

hush and then it comes

heavy clouds grant a deluge
the anatomy of a flower
deep and fragrant
on the scale of nano
a wellspring for Lilliputians
creepy crawlies
and winged intermediaries

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