Blossom – Rebirth of a lover

What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.” 
“A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought –But no, a butterfly.” 


Lightness, adrift but within my grasp always. 
Your like the blossoms of a tree, brushed off by the wind, 
yet still you belong to me, 
though we are apart. 
We are intertwined souls, mated by nature and God. 
Soon I shall lift you back up, 
from my roots you will be reborn 
to forever be one with me.
Your my bloom my love, this tree will always sustain you. 
I long for you to be on my branches once again, 
the whole of nature in agreement with the union. 
Oh how naked am I, my lover! 
How my branches sway at the sight of you! 
Come clothe me with your fragrant beauty, 
and let us be whole again!


My Little Fox – The tentative approach of a lover

“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.” –  Masaru Emoto, The Secret Life of Water

Lu Carbyn

I saw a little fox

come to the edge of the meadow
blooms framed her silhouette  

I watched that little fox
check the air with anticipation
her senses peeked about her

I sat still for the little fox
she was frightened by possibilities
mixed premonitions

I reached out my hand to the little fox
unexpectedly, incredibly she came
eyes bright and body alert

I picked up my little fox
she kissed my face and playfully expressed
her joy at my boldness