wisdom is a double edged sword it cuts you deeply with both blades when you know better giving you a blanket of karma you must sleep under.
The wise one knows he always is the student the master teacher godly as he is remains.
I slept like an unclean pig in a blanket. Oink. I fly as birds do where they will. I'm dead like a tree trunk filled with termites. I revel in your private obliqueness. it is mine to unravel as I will. I straighten my mind's eye seeing what you see at your fingertips. I sit… Continue reading I sit soundly in your chair
Origami my beautiful unfolding your life into papered shapes and forms you come alive while I nap flying around my head in my room it is you who are wise it is me who learns from your silent flight.
The sheer freedom of walking in nature's way confounds the mind In the world at large Free The unknown path ahead Open We love the earth We love the stars We belong to all We lose our burdens If not only For a moment Through lessons From green trees Brown dirt And granite Rocks We… Continue reading Walking in nature’s way
The other day I took a brisk stroll down the neighborhood sidewalk in my grey old man's jogging suit and my favorite red sweat faded baseball hat looking down at all the cracks on the sidewalk rows and holes needing filling beneath my toes looking up at trees and crows and squirrels looking down to me cackling… Continue reading Walking the Dog
a serial killer within smiles wide intending something narrow he's at large smothered by music we cried to caught in spider webs of feeling you listen you don't know where you are going as you journey into feeling not in their words it's how old you are within that old song following old feelings reemerging bringing you somewhere in tears not… Continue reading A Serial Killer Within
I drew my drapes and opened the patio door for fresh air when I was drinking my coffee I reclined back on my pillows I looked out to a beautiful warm blue sky out of nowhere descended a dark burnt orange Monarch butterfly fluttering its wings like it was being pulled up and down by a puppeteer's… Continue reading Monarch
you ebb and flow where sea waves go never knowing where the salty breeze is taking you. but, you don't care what your destination will be as long as you feel light as a seagull's feather. when the gale dies down you float down on a smooth rock. then, you look out to the shore waves that are… Continue reading Ebb and Flow
Tomorrow will be another year's passing, becoming a day of thoughtful reckoning. a day of toys where boys become men and girls think of boys. you get what you want, you get what you don't. you see your future dimly, it gets clearer as time goes on. you bend with the times. you get lonely… Continue reading Another Year’s Passing