2015 Designs
Leaves of White
Caprice of survival, wrongs that make the right. No cause for seasons, If leaves had stayed white.
Measure of Roots
Flowers of late spring Feathers of early dusk Add words immortal Make colours from dust.
What the eyes can see
What the eyes can see In the wisdom of trees I must free the 'I', Let the circle complete.
The Search
To the roots that keep the secrets Through the branches, the doors; To know if it was a cause or effect The Moon returns to the Source.
Division
There’s no place home, No place heaven. Nothing to acquire, to own, No division of the Unseen.
Separation of Self
Separate the Other, From all things Destiny, Find them together, The Self and the Seen.
Reform Moon
Arrows of time turn the corner, Vanishing moons redrawn. Newly born, newly found, Newly forgotten, reformed.
Childhood Home
Under a million stars, Where a billion rebellions start. A childhood home calls, To play again in its yard.
Personal Blue
It’s neither for settling down Nor for taking root. It’s compass of a wanderer Follow the Personal Blue.
Sky of Memory
What the eyes can see, In the sky of memory. The undoing of change The remaking of destiny.
Freedom Sky
To forget, yet to remember Times to come, times gone by, Footprints of travelers forever Left under the Freedom Sky.
Foliage of Future
Early springs to come, Mellow suns to set; Borrow light of dawn, Wake up leaves at rest.
Wind Messages 2
Written in an eternal ink Personal messages of the wind, Never returned unopened Never left unanswered.
Answers in Stars 2
Part of us that was once a star Points the way to return, Find the signs within the heart Follow the turns of the sun.
Caprice of survival, wrongs that make the right. No cause for seasons, If leaves had stayed white.
Flowers of late spring Feathers of early dusk Add words immortal Make colours from dust.
What the eyes can see In the wisdom of trees I must free the 'I', Let the circle complete.
Why does the Self Seek new beginnings? Search for Itself In changed becomings?
To the roots that keep the secrets Through the branches, the doors; To know if it was a cause or effect The Moon returns to the Source.
Nights to come Moons to rise, Yesterday alive In tomorrow’s eyes.
There’s no place home, No place heaven. Nothing to acquire, to own, No division of the Unseen.
Separate the Other, From all things Destiny, Find them together, The Self and the Seen.
Arrows of time turn the corner, Vanishing moons redrawn. Newly born, newly found, Newly forgotten, reformed.
Under a million stars, Where a billion rebellions start. A childhood home calls, To play again in its yard.
It’s neither for settling down Nor for taking root. It’s compass of a wanderer Follow the Personal Blue.
What the eyes can see, In the sky of memory. The undoing of change The remaking of destiny.
To forget, yet to remember Times to come, times gone by, Footprints of travelers forever Left under the Freedom Sky.
Life to life, death to death, Return to Terrains of Karma
Early springs to come, Mellow suns to set; Borrow light of dawn, Wake up leaves at rest.
Not from darkness, not from light; Terrains of Knowing behind closed eyes.
Source of the search; Witness of the Thinker
Source of becoming; Witness of its Being
Source of all cause; Witness of every Circle.
Written in an eternal ink Personal messages of the wind, Never returned unopened Never left unanswered.
Part of us that was once a star Points the way to return, Find the signs within the heart Follow the turns of the sun.