Into The Wasteland


This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play






Finite Lines


From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans




The Final Step


They say I am an odd one

Never fitting the square hole

Dismissive, and done


They say I am disconnected

Alienated to the world

Maybe mentally affected


Yet I am only this

Seeing beyond the words

Never a detail do I miss


And I love this world

Never so connected

The foundation unfurled


Every moment

I live to the last

Never did I own it


I used to see

I used to know

I used to watch


A simple shift

From watching

To being


One step


Now I am









I see and love

I understand,  I try

Unmoved in my seeing

In the least of these


I do not; I cannot, judge

Every breath a gift

Yet I cannot rest

Even if not for me


Others abound

And I fail into my,”Life.”

My Wants go

My Concerns go


I am for you.

I have always been

For in you, I am

You may be


Someone I know

Or a stranger

You may be Him

How can I know?


And I realize

“You,” are in all

Every touch I give

Every heart I know


I am Yours.

Never Me



When what we do for others

Matters more than ourselves


We have finally gone home


When we fade, and become

Everything to another


No accolades, no praise


Never sought, never wanted

Given without contract


Of ourselves we give without limits


We are of this world and more

With my heart I wish


Another to care


When my time has come

And I want to go home





The Custodians



We were given a gift

The world to command

All Wisdom in our hands


If the World was without us

How would it be less?


We were gifted the One

Self-aware and absorbed

Yet we are so blind


Ego raised to an art

A World set apart

And we raped it all


The world without Man

Nature’s balance

As it was planned


What was the gift

We gave?

What did we offer?


If we never were

Life would have endured

Ensured as designed


Yet we were, we are

Lost in ourselves

Until the bitter end




Because life is not perfect

And I am flawed

I fit right in

Some never see

The beauty, the call


An old, broken violin

Repaired and flawed

I do my best

The past sings

And I smile


And I play


And I smile

You may, but I do not care


This broken wood sings

Bowed upon flawed strings

My song and the past sings

Upon forgotten

And broken strings.