A Writer

a writer
is an
arse
upon which
every scribe
has sat
except a
soul

Threes

we know
what cannot
be told

that alone
is enough

each day
a new sensation
today
facing gray

what remains unanswered
is always why
not how
or when

Listen

to see
is to
know

to listen
is to
sense

the essence
of
silence

I Am

I am
as I came
a guest
not a ‘name’
an acolyte
not a master
a mystery
to many
a fool
to most
a gray
solitary
ghost

Miniature 244

we are linked
one within another
an endless loop
without beginning or
end a knot
entwined about itself

Miniatures 242 and 243

if purpose be divined
it is to gain
insight into shifting light
where paradox rotates
about a core but we
bound by fateful decree
merely sense what stirs
in our midst
a moment longer
than an interval
would permit
time to unfold
at fingertip



becoming
is
selecting

knowing
is
doing

being
is
believing

change
is
renewal

hope
is
faith

Miniatues 236 and 241

little worth
the need
to possess
so much




241.
be where
you can
hear birds
smell flowers
feel the
earth yield
to joy