my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
Life is made up of change,
accepting what was
and what is.
Confronting what is to come.
Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
on a foggy day
when you look out towards the mountains
see the past remains
up here hidden in the clouds
Immortals reside
look at me
looking at you
our eyes do see
a mirror of truth
face to face with oneself
you see only the manifestation
going through the wilderness
your only companion
is yourself
spring is in the air
now the bees have woken up
to the plum blossom
together we are a better part of ourselves