Buddings Blossomings Blessings

These are poems flowing out from my senior, quiet, meditative self, yearning toward love and gratitude for life, for awareness, for people and animals, for almost all-that-is.

They move between inward and outward life, between joy and frustration, between clarity and confusion, between simplicity and complexity. I wonder about what is mine and what is not mine, as poems, like musical compositions, are often just given, arising in consciousness from somewhere and perhaps from someone, given...