
The Desired Return
By Maya Green Come let’s do some ‘shinrin-yoku’Taking a walk in nature, and the forestBeing bath by the trees, in the morning dewTo be supercharged,

By Maya Green Come let’s do some ‘shinrin-yoku’Taking a walk in nature, and the forestBeing bath by the trees, in the morning dewTo be supercharged,

By MAYA GREEN We are just pebblesBeing pushed and pulled by the currentsYes, we are just pebblesBeing stepped on, and felt in the streams We

By MAYA GREEN I once went to the Mike’s barnA Czarina home in North CarolinaPrettily sat, right next to Shoal CreekWhich happily flows leisurely by

By MAYA GREEN Everything has a place, an appointed timeA roaring tempest, has rhythm and rhymeA bloom, it unfolds in the morningBut will be wilting,

By MAYA GREEN The symphony of the wolvesAnd the cacophony of the cicadasMelting into the psithurismOf the redwood leavesThese are more pleasant, and sincereIn the

By MAYA GREEN When the night befalls youKnow that the light of the starsWill be there to guide you;And the brilliance of dawnWill tend to

BY MAYA GREEN There she sat, demurely tightA master of her morning calmSurely, her days will be brightAnd her nights, will be calm Live well,

BY MAYA GREEN We should readily rebukeAll the bad that we do to othersNot because they are innocent targetsBut because, we’re doing bad to ourselves

BY MAYA GREEN There was a life, I used to knowWhen I was happy, as can beI was then, a wee bit slowFor I was

BY MAYA GREEN Those lines in the mirror?Wear them as a batch of honourYour stripes of wisdomAcquired, and born of the years Have the humilityTo