Kicking Angry Spirits

 Angry spirits

       woke me up

whispering my ear.

I wonder what they want.

When l drink my morning coffee

I wonder what they want,

when l brush my teeth

I ask them. They scatter round,

and whine. As only angry spirits can whine.

Morning sun

I hit at them solely. Not at anyone else.

In the garden, on the grass: l hit one,

with a Tai Chi arrow. Another with a yoga kick. There are no such things you may say. But there are, there are.

Thai Chi crossbow stance create perfekt arrows. Yoga moves can floor, the most obnoxious spirit., in an ultrarapid speed.

Smack, smack, smack.

Little spirits gliding down,

alongside tree trunks     grass straws     

the side of my cheek

                    Good riddance

Morning Yoga Prayer

 Mother earth, mother sun. Thank you for the ties that bind. Keep me solid on the ground. Keep my feet strong and sound.

Sister wind, blow me free, like the rustling through the trees. Father sky, lift me high. Forever stretching, lean and high.

My parent's garden

Lonely Tree

Thank you world ... for today

Lonely Tree

Little Altar for Soul Need

 When the Soul cries; in need for something grand; in need for that famous meaning; in need, in need, in need ... l sometimes need, the smallest altar to comfort me.

Bird head, flowers and glass

Little Summer Joys

 Reading again. Slowly. This small novellet has just the right size.

The Garden Party

Beautiful Sweden