Sacred texts of dead leaves.

How does one interpret these sacred texts?

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A child’s definition of beauty.

A child’s definition of beauty is very simple: sunshine and smiles.

Sunshine face made of chalk.

Three happy smiling faces.

Sunshine and a smile combined. Beauty defined. Great wisdom.

Droplets create beauty in a basin of water.

Time flows eternally.

Every instant that passes is a small droplet of time. Each drop creates new rippling beauty. The hourglass drips, drips, drips.

Peer into this stone basin of crystal water…

A world of beauty spins round and round…

A world of beauty spins round and round.

Ocean blue, forest green and the colors of Earth.

A globe of colored tiles represents our small planet.

Many shining colors beneath the sun.

Around and around we go.

Time and age create new patterns of beauty.

Bright green leaves of Populus fremontii, the Fremont’s or Alamo cottonwood.

From green to brown. Time and age create new patterns of beauty.

Close-up photo of mottled yellow leaf of one Fremont cottonwood. It is beautiful.

Never close your eyes.

Never close your eyes.

Clouds above you? So is the sun.

Clouds above you? So is the sun.

Perhaps I am small. But I’ve touched you.

Perhaps I am small. But I’ve touched you.

Beauty is a dance of light.

Beauty is a dance of light.

Our eyes see nothing but reflected light. Reflections on the water are like shining glimpses of a higher world, a world that we cannot touch and barely fathom. Perhaps that is our own world.

Vision and a smile, the seed.

See beauty.

Lusty youth,
wistful age.
Tears shed from beauty
ink the page.

Leaf to leaf
stories read.
Vision and your smile,
the seed.

The jaded eye,
a dry stone.
Unwept, unseeing, unread,
alone.