poem of young needles

through my window
i open to see
green growth,
young needles

on an old tree,
a pastel colored sky
and my bookshelves
mirrored in glass

i stopped waiting:
now i can see
this here and now
a far beach inside

presence and presents

Breaths ,Sweet Honey In The Rock

beautiful..

Old Ship of Zion,Sweet Honey in the Rock

when i just disregard some words and let the essence be:
wonderful anti-migraine drug

Sweet Honey In The Rock, I Be Your Water

Sweet Honey In the Rock,Sometimes