Fine Art & Landscape I
The Eye
G-d is the kinetic ring of energy and life.
Like the churning rotor of a water mill whose circuitous current is the heart of the world
and throngs like dirt on patches of naked grass
He saw me one day walking through the forest
unfurled his snow white skin and became the grip of night's tremble
A linen of fine Haiku
A twine of waxing moon and silver blue
And deep is the spring that does not dry
Leaves stick to the black moss in Fall
and beneath rock corners, a bright shrub becomes awake
The coal is a fast stream and spurning fire
and deed is a forest full of stones containing strong letters
if how only all could see
