Halted for a while
beneath the whispering tree *
pilgrim soul am I
(*aspen tremulens)
Wednesday
6.30am
Taraloka bell
rain spatters the skylight, and
I turn to the wall
Thursday
Ah, life! wanting things
to be other than they are
- unaccountable heart
Friday
I'm watching a wren
living its huge, bustling life
in my little world
Saturday
All night the rain fell
and the morning world is dark
- my wild heart singing
