A curtain of leaves
Catching the rays of the sun
And making it life

Hidden in the chutes
Striped hunter ready to pounce
Cat's eye smile of death

Water drifts slowly
Riding the scent of new life
To the bamboo wood

Three times small climbs up
Following the spider's line
From leaf to leaf

Walking, Meditate
Rock's cold surface against my skin
Dead leaves at my feet

The dead walk amongst us
The living, in groves of green
Life is both, you see.

The philosopher
Thinks of haiku in a glade
Living in the here

Small ripples touching
Shape the world with but a touch
Mountains once stood here

Jagged shadows cut
The world into a cross-hatch
Sketched by divinity