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




Just An Explanation


courtesy of:




I am a man of few words

Often trying to point

Trying to explain in staccato


Words may confuse

Often obtuse, without reference

Unless known, or felt


So now I open the book;

A gentle conversation:



A conversation where more is better

We all seem to be about more:




I see beauty in all things

I see love in what is unloved

To be unloved, means to me

That something was once loved


And remains


I see peace in anger and war

Without either, there is not the other

And I know joy in sorrow

For one cannot be without another


Bound as one


There is no separation in life

Tension lives in opposites

In Life itself, and beyond

And we are here, now


We always were


If I can open my heart to you

Forget the argument, the words

I can maybe see, your side

As we sit here face to face


Open and vulnerable


Though we disagree, we see

I look into your eyes

And you are me, who I was

And I understand


You do not need to


If only I can see clearly

It is enough for now

If only one knows the truth

Others will follow


At least it is a start.


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




The paths I have trodden, decisions I have made,

roads often barely travelled, unmarked and vague,

loves I have known, not always given nor received,

following my heart, in what I believed.


Shattered dreams and victories, all have been known,

throughout the years, the man has truly grown,

a small boy remains, on the path, unchanged,

until nothing but a fading memory remains.