moon thru trees


Here, under the trees, there’s no sunlight,

only shade from moonlight which invites shades –

ghosts from Hades, if stories are true.

I have come here to meet one

who can tell me what to expect.


Still Lives

Cezanne apples

The Basket of Apples (1895) – Paul Cezanne


Arrangements of fruit, flowers, glasses, a violin, 

objects seemingly unconnected, not unlike my own

still lifes, unpainted, unsketched, preserved in words,

sharing a reflected surface, each a self-portrait.

Life is never still. But we try. 



Vanitas with Violin and Glass Ball (1628) – Pieter Claesz


I first heard about Cezanne’s apples via a quote by Ernest Hemingway that sent me to the library to find the paintings. Cezanne brought back still lifes and made it a popular subject for Picasso, Matisse, Morandi, and Braque. I like that some objects (bottle, basket, fruits) are unbalanced. They are tilted and the whole composition is unlike the balanced and precise placements of earlier still lifes such as those from the Dutch Golden Age. Pieter Claesz was known for his vanitas or still lifes which contain symbols of death or change as a reminder of their inevitability. Shown here is his most famous painting which contains amongst the many objects a glass sphere which shows him at the painting at his easel.


We came together. Collided. Connected. Transferred particles

of ourselves. Then, went in separate directions.

Yet somehow we remain connected. Quantum level.

We communicate, respond to one another despite

being light years apart in time, space.


Infographic: How quantum entanglement keeps particles linked even when they're separated.

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The Om syllable


man or mind and tra or instrument.

Word or phrase repeated aloud or silently.

Om, the sound of creation, original vibration.

Nam myoho renge kyo I say again.

It vibrates through mind, body and spirit.


Read more:  “Mantra: Instrument of the Mind”

Ash Wednesday

I do not hope to turn again

but conversion (convertere) is not always planned.

I had never meant to turn about

from the material world, but on this

day of penitence, I kneel and wonder.

Ash Wednesday

Photo: Ryan Wiedmaier – Flickr

It surprised me that this is actually the third Ash Wednesday poem I have written here. The first line of this poem repeats the first line of T.S. Eliot’s poem “Ash-Wednesday