hold no one beholden

hold no one beholden     – buy prints here

hold no one beholden

In a world of
me vs. not me,
competition is king
so the animal in you
overcomes everything.

But a much better rule
that’s timeless,
and so damn cool
it shines golden.
and hold nothing
and no one beholden.

Crystal and me

“A special feral cat whose name is Crystal – rich okun


It was a cold winters day,
when first she came.
All cloudy and gray,
never to be the same.

Trees glistened with ice,
frozen branches drooped low.
The winds carried advice,
the name ‘crystal’ bestow.

White snows contrasting,
black – brown colored fur.
Our friendship long lasting,
the angels concur.

And several times,
each day and every nite,
when the dinner bell chimes,
she’d appear in the light.

For years this went on,
as our friendship rang true.
Then one day happened upon,
when one became two.

A big surly male,
in her presence I saw,
with his striped crooked tail,
and his very large paw.

I could tell she was mated,
and we welcomed him too,
their story was fated,
a family that grew.

The next day we were blessed,
our whole life was then changed,
3 kittens at her breast,
grass and stones rearranged.

They danced and they played,
they bobbled and jumped,
great skills were displayed,
though they sometimes just thumped.

As the months passed on by,
disappearing one by one,
each time I sat down to cry;
and then there were none.

A great sadness overcame,
it was just Crystal and me.
In nature there’s no blame,
once again, only we.

The other day when I called,
was no singer nor dancer.
I shouted and I bawled,
a question with no answer.

I’d grown used to her coming,
each day and every nite.
My worry was numbing,
my thoughts turned to fright.

But just now she came home,
I’m as happy as can be.
I know she’s bound to roam,
but for now,
once again its just Crystal and me.


a story that has been told,
Crystal remains very close but still wants to retain her wild side. Her story continues..

The Dance of the Cottonwoods

The Dance of the Cottonwood – every year the cottonwood trees shed their seeds – In Native American cultures the Cottonwood tree is very sacred and used as the center pole in their Sundance.       Buy prints click

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The Dance of the Cottonwood

Each year,
from one,
ten thousand thousands come.
divinely fantasied,
to shake up the humdrum.

Shadows cast tall
upon the ground.
Seedlings free fall
without a sound.

Caught in a glance,
at once its made,
an orchestrated dance,
so deftly displayed.

Against a backdrop
of green,
in the body of Spring,
a snowy wintery scene,
all surrounding,
takes wing.

From my window’s sights
I see a ballerina dance,
among the dotted whites,
of these seeds advance.

Their chaos gently soften,
to the winds calming force.
I don’t see this very often,
drawn ever closer,
to the source.

The Inner You

The world is a mirror, forever reflecting what you are doing within yourself. – Neville Goddard.               buy prints here

The inner you

Wherever is your heart,
so do you express
with choices you impart,
and upon your soul impress.

Can the senses look
inside your heart?
My foundations shook
when I read Descartes.

Now go and share
your inner key,
it will make you aware
of all you can’t see.

In your world appears
from what you really are;
now break new frontiers,
and raise the bar.

a rose, a puppy and a kiss

a rose, a puppy and a kiss      buy prints here

a rose a puppy and a kiss

Upon a dew drop’s kiss
with rainbow colors so rich,
add a rose and a puppy
its a match to bewitch.

A rose;
lazing and grazing,
all of these days,
in the morning sun’s
benevolent rays.

Sharp, prickly thorns,
and yet
beauty will tell you,
that’s what you get.
And any prickly thought,
in the presence of beauty,
I soon forget.

Sweet as honey,
the puppy and your lips
are right on the money,
as God’s breath drips,
blanketing in the dew.
In this state
only a kiss will do.

On such a lovely day
I must say;
its never hit or miss.
Just a rose, a puppy
and a kiss,
what a perfectly
delightful tryst.


Opossum            to buy prints click here


A noise, this morning
at the break of dawn.
Where did it come from,
in the house or the lawn?

Then, I saw you
sauntering on by,
a certain look
in everyone’s eye.

Heard your heart
as you silently spoke
an awareness you impart,
its message I uncloak.

Its meaning sent,
by ways unknown,
asks a feverent consent,
in such a poignant tone.

“We won’t bother you,
and we’ll be no trouble,
but if you feel that we do,
we’ll be gone on the double.”

“Me casa es tu casa”
came into my mind,
and without a doubt,
so divinely divined.

so now
gone the fear
for under the house
there’s a family to rear.


“To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else.” – Emily Dickinson.  – except discovery (rich okun) ….  to buy this print click


I’m alive.
and not just here
to survive
or live in fear.

Am I not yet convinced
of my part
in divinity?
Isn’t my body deeply rinsed
in the waters
of infinity?
Isn’t a oneness now I see
really in all,
with affinity?

That which is sought
was never outside.
A feeling, a thought,
as the ancients described.

Lost beloved, found

Words of wisdom came to me at last
”the beloved you’ve lost
the one you’ve been seeking outside
can only be found inside” – Rumi     Buy print HERE
lost beloved found

High and low,
and all around,
down, and out,
and all about.

But, when we are still,
and look deep within,
our destiny is in free will,
the divine, under our skin.