Why ask Love When a thousand tiny diamonds Shine in the purple sky Misted moon shadows moaned The moment the delicate rain Whispered its sweet dream To the one red rose petal Laying next to the waterfall Easy as a goddess's languid chant Eternity drives a symphony To soar from a storm over all life's time Only asking to sit at your feet Near a blue lake … [Read more...]

Do you think the future is a linear beast, constrained within its evolution by deterministic random walks along a narrow, one-way avenue, prescribed in its identity by time's unerring quantum arrow? Think how ripples radiate, escaping from the impact of a stone upon water's fluid fabric, alike, yet different from the crystalline chaos, aroused by a kiss from that same stone, of propagating cracks through tempered safety glass. Think how roots invest the … [Read more...]

Your longing is a sweet gypsy wandering around looking for someone to sing with. Your wanting is a nomad roaming in search of grass and water for his animals. Dear friend: You may go to far away regions wherever your dream wants you to go; but remember to come back to your center, more often; Remember to come back to the center Remember to come back to the center Where the mirror can reflect your true self. Remember to come back to the center. … [Read more...]

When light plates a thing, it will, in some sense, forever be plated, forever be captured and living and spoken. How much of what we see will we also see in the afterlife? you asked. And how much can we pack to take with us? If light can be framed, it can be kept, though not the filtered kind, the bits that waffle through the kitchen window screens in foreign shapes and sentences over bagels in the breakfast nook. There is a level to the solid world that the dead … [Read more...]

After all, the memories must go somewhere When the synapse-lightning flickers out And all is dark and silent. Souls cross Lethe, Touch foot to the far shore, Touch lips to the glass And are relieved, Maybe. But physics tells us nothing is destroyed; Mass and energy transform and merge But nothing disappears. And anyone will tell you memories Are that: all energy or weighty mass A lift or press: bright wings or stone or clay. So do the faded waters cloud, or warm Or is there … [Read more...]

What is Joy but this, that I am always feeling and doing? Is it not me that is choosing? So it is this then that I will be doing, forever more Would you like to walk with me and spare a moment of yours? That I may share but a glance of what I have seen In my Return to Forever I have seen Peace and it looks like this I have felt joy and you have been there Let us remember together I have separated out the confusion and turmoil as if it were a novel that I was reading Yet, it is no … [Read more...]

Autumn leaves fall where they may. May leaves come forth with no planning. Planning gets in the way of our soul's creation. Creation was not meant to be right or wrong. Wrong places, wrong plans are only in my thoughts. Thoughts of goodness and beauty are true to my heart at this time. Time is a moment to remind me of the perfection when plans fall where they may. … [Read more...]

They walk together The aged man and the aged woman Strolling snail-like, side by side Down the concrete promenade Hands held, so gently Skin now paper thin and wrinkled Love entwined in the meshed fingers Time passes and a day comes Only one strolls by In a solo parade The aged man has chosen to walk Down an infinite sidewalk In a place his love could not reach She stayed behind On the concrete promenade The aged woman now walks alone Meandering past me in the park Yet she … [Read more...]