Hiking through the woods I seek my Moira.
My [Fae] Mockingbird wears a Fedora.
Red-Winged Blackbird pecking through the Flora;
Born-Again Opera Star is its Moira.
When a Seagull flies it sports an Aura;
Spiraling into Sunlight, its Moira.
At Dawn, the Crow Caws, Avian Torah;
Communicate, an Ultimate Moira.
Have you listen to a Kookaburra?
To be filled with Laughter’s a nice Moira.

MOIRA (moi-ruh) – the personification of Fate.



In the hall of a black and white photo
Doors open, shadows invite dreaming “SO”.
Like the wind, the black birds fly one and all
Casting shadows on my living room wall.
On searing hot days green grass looks yellow,
But within a tree’s shade, heat will mellow.
Contemplating the dark between tree limbs
Creates, within me, meditative vim.
As I watch birds gliding across the sky
Their Silhouettes, their Style, inspires me – FLY.


To me, my cat’s eyes are dark narrow halls.
Lingering in these shadows I may fall;
So I focus on the light in these eyes —
Call it cat kindling [a soul] thread so fine.
We stare at each other, my cat and I,
Until something clicks, please don’t ask me why,
But my cat, Kapoa, runs to my side.
When we dialogue what will be our guide?
That we’re true friends is our epiphany;
Conversing an instinctive symphony.


In the grass, alas, I see an old shoe.
Will the dew destroy this artifact’s glue?
And what’s the background, what’s the story;
looking for the footwear’s allegory!
Sunlight in the grass makes the dew glitter
and the eyelets in the old shoe shimmer.
Are those teeth marks I see in the leather?
Was this a chew toy for a dog’s pleasure?
Oh tell me the answer, for which I will wait
to find out what happen to this shoe’s mate!!!

DESCENDING (revised)

When a submarine’s ballast tanks fill with air it is a buoyant bird “floating” floats, when those tanks fill up with water, the submarine, “the bird” dives into water…

When I close my eyes and breath in, breathe out, oxygen, carbon dioxide, I repeat I repeat, deepening, descending, meditating, and floating. 

Am I diving into a kind of water?

Twitching his nose, the rabbit furiously digs into the Earth, his claws sharp, he burrows, he disappears, he hides, and he is quiet.  (How does the rabbit breathe while tunneling no shovel, just him…?)  The same but not…