Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol. 4

The stone

is just as it is --

no more, no less.

A stone has nothing 

to throw out.

Lucky stone.

A stone 

is not picky

about the company

it keeps.

A stone 

is already enlightened.

It just doesn't

talk about it.

A stone 

knows its place --

and its worth.

What has a stone 

to be thankful for?

Or to complain about?

He is Risen

Risen is the Christ this day.

Raised to wash my sins away.

Lowly Lamb, so pure yet bold

to break the chains of death's grim hold.

How I hope forevermore

upon his clement wings to soar!

My Frivolous Ways

When I was young my mother said/frivolity's the thing to dread/
Embezzle funds when short on cash/but levity is way too rash/
It is okay to gild the lily/just never ever be caught silly/
And so I learned to always stifle/tendencies to flirt with trifle/
But now the world is marking time/and flummery is called divine/
Those who fribble day and night/are pegged as heroes in the fight/
Fame and fortune come to nuzzle/those who work the crossword puzzle/
So I will play at tiddlywinks/and be revered like some old sphinx!

Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol. 3

A stone has 

more patience

than weight.

A stone doesn't care

if it's on the earth

or on the moon.

A stone gives

little

but takes nothing.

An empty stone.

A hollow shadow.

This is all we know.

Sorrow

is the memory

of a stone.

Postcards to my President

Food and raiment

He doth execute the judgment of the fatherless and widow, and loveth the stranger, in giving him food and raiment.
Deuteronomy 10:18

The world cares not who comes to grief,

and rarely offers real relief.

The stranger at our door remains

too often in cruel hardship's chains.

Help me, O Lord, to show real zest

in treating strangers as my guest.

Remind me, in this world of sorrow,

I'm up today -- but down tomorrow!

Photo Essay: Zen Stones Vol. 2

A stone

will neither lead

nor follow.

A stone has 

no reputation.

Lucky stone.

A stone cares

for nothing

and everything.

Not every stone

is a rock.

A stone

lives in no moment

but in time.

A stone 

without distractions

becomes a mountain.

Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol 1.

A stone

has no heart

made of stone.

Stained

by water.

Unmoved

by time.

What a profound thing

to exist at the 

same time as this stone.

I always get igneous

and ingenious 

mixed up.

Stone,

how tiresome

to be you.

Every stone

is less each day

and more each year.

The Spirit of Contention

For verily, verily I say unto you, he that hath the spirit of contention is not of me, but is of the devil, who is the father of contention, and he stirreth up the hearts of men to contend with anger, one with another.
3 Nephi 11:29

I mean to start this day in peace,

and so I pray a boon

that spirits of contention

will stay farther than the moon.

I want no truck with predications

that inflame the mind;

give to me, I pray it, Lord,

forbearance for mankind.

Give me the will to love and laugh,

not rant at what I hear --

so devils will grow bored with me

and angels draw me near.

Photo Essay: Grass.