Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

" Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower. " ~Albert Camus how true, camus the way the sky is ablaze when trees sing, "autumn" how the air turns crisp underfoot and overheard: apple leafed, fall haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear. ~Leonard Cohen sun pushes through sky rests secretly under pond beauty hidden till dawn what we do not see is still blessing us-- quiet harmony trust love, like the sun, & global unity-- to burn how the truth of souls learn haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

a day so bright the rain from yesterday slipped out of memory for awhile; for the time it took to steep in a morning ritual- as making coffee for self, becomes all selves: how we dive into each others' day carrying both the burdens and the joys of each others' soul- spun like sugar, & crystalized into new chanting forms how sweet the sound-we sing between the clinking of spoons and the sipping from mugs- this music flooding out the window panes how we meet in mid-air in the moment- not a care blessed beyond reason words/photo~Kate Lamberg (c) '16

 If your mind is not clouded by unnecessary things, This is the best season of your life. ~Wu-Men scent of cedar fills the cracks in the brain-flower promulgating peace streaks of claret sky re-establish whole clear worlds where words dart as birds mantra sings simply: leave the burnt thoughts to scatter replant all that matters   ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16 Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.~Kahil Gibran leaves change- with no thought emit the message of life: no thing remains changeless green morphs to gold gems while we were sleeping soundless how secrets are born

whole soul world dances in reckless times, in green pond: moments shared in trust water chills in autumn; swans still dance adagios, with a spiraling peace skies darken quickly when our eyes close to feel-- that barreling wind words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

when walking, having already known how free our steps have gone flying--- for color is never trapped and joy is never forced on burnished trails, our joined hands, in dyads of katydids and dragon mouthed daisies songs are created before the words spill out in duplicate-- and one and two and we all fall down in a harvested heap a glow that could be spotted from another province above as angels swish, getting the signals purveyed from piourettes turning into counts, and weaving in some words to truly fly with birds lifting no vacant spaces when western skies offer lullabies in keys of de-sire', scorched by the continual fire we have become; finally walking through, as jocular angels braid hearty herbal brew--wildflowers round our ankles, along with belles of sacred spirals....dancing ~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

waking before the sun allows the power of listening to play guru sense no bird songs sweeping most folks still sleeping- 5 am breath melts thinking mind paying attention becomes the only prayer aligning with peace-no despair! salt water bathed rocks sit where they're left to be in sun--dry effortlessly words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16