Can you tell I want to go fishing?

A Fisherman

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.

A zen poem for you to ponder as you read your morning rounds. I am experiencing so coffee ground crappy beverage. Tamp that shit down. Don't let is go over the side. Don't make me dump the whole pot. Damn it man!

Spring Haiku

scattered showers blow
the first warm rain of the year
seagulls squawk over food

Spring Haiku

wild onions drift
with the blades of cut grasses
a bird flying past

Spring Haiku

dragonfly in flight
humming birds feeding frenzied
grasses are knee-high

Spring Haiku

first cut on the lawn,
the smell of wild onions,
rising sun melts frost.