Petals All


In the seasons of all
From spring to fall
All things grow

Blossoms may fade
In greying days
All hearts bestow

No ravage of time
Can ever define
Or quell the fire

Flowers of all man
All rise and stand
Beyond all desire

A rose will always be
Life born free
Yet never to be

Eternal as it lives
Over again it gives
For all to see




Noisy Silence


Traffic rattles the dead of night
A world slowly comes to sight
Kettle whistles, egging on

Silent mastery in all sound
For Peace will always abound
Another day to face the dawn

Sizzled smells awaken senses
Greet the dawn without defenses
A favorite song begins to play

Pondering this noisy symphony
That is what it must always be
Without words begin the day

For silence holds no borderline
Accepting all rhythm and rhyme
Two sides of the same door

Entwined, sound embraces the quiet
Its birthplace upon which this riot
Lovers are held for evermore

One alone can never be apart
As Silence is what holds the heart
In Silence to adore



Simply This


Sometimes, just sometimes, we stop
We simply look out the back door
And what do we see?
A world that goes on without us
A noisy road that is not our own
And we see,,,,I truly pray you see..
All of Life, is exactly this
You are Life,
Choose well




Until my last breath
My last gasp
I will be here
Trying to explain

The simplicity
We have lost
In the mêlée
We maintain

And to say Adieu
As I go from here
I will shed no tear
As I will see you soon.


Stoic & Buddhist




Seeing something bigger

Beyond you

Is humbling


In perspective issues fall


A life so full of beauty

Calls to one and all

If we but heed the call


And I am here


Witness to creation

A world forlorn

Every sun and moon rise


A heart reborn




What Matters


Why can we not begin each day as if it was our first?

Why do we carry, a dead past forward?

That is gone, and this is this

I greet you anew, as you do too


Past never was

Only now

Face to face





This life but a wisp in time

Dust of stars collide

As One sees itself


Egos form and break

Illusions abound in

Broken cups of Delf


How fragile we are

Cast and flawed

How fragile we are