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to me it seems that the truly rich
are the contemplative,
the homed
are the ones
who can find a home
or create one
for someone else
the orphaned
are the ones who have forgotten
to look into the soul of the world
and one another's eyes

the blessed are the ones
who find themselves cradled
in the arms of the stars
feeling themselves more beloved
than anyone on earth
knowing the Creator
wishes everyone
to feel like that

knowing
love is waiting:
like a favorite woven hammock
in the jungle between the betel-nut and the soursop tree

like the tiny waves that seek the shore
to say hello over and over
to kiss the cheeks
of the hermit *****

like the seahorse clouds
brilliant orange and red
mirroring the ocean until
the whole world is a sunset,
i am in the sunset, i am the sunset

and the sun never really sets after all
it's bringing light to india
kenya hawai'i
it will
be back
1
the old man watches
his wife fill cups of coffee;
he finds the sugar.

2
raining and raining --
summer's reward: the rainbow.
what is for breakfast?

3
with winter in bloom,
warmth and flowers are alive,
and graves are still green.

4
the royal palace --
a sign of displaced culture.
oh, the majesty.

5
As sun and sea meet,
faces brighten in the dark
as alcohol flows.

6
birds of paradise
hiding the boy's pet rabbit.
such a mellow child.

7
i find the bracelets,
but they are for another,
as aged hands cut fruit.

8
golden fireworks;
a true midsummer night's dream
made for young lovers.

9
holding hands, watching
purple twilight and green sea;
a brilliant union.

10
so close to japan,
but this place is not made for
the cherry blossoms.

11
enjoying french toast
as i think of the friendly
australian woman.

12
i'm an old young man,
both naïve and hardened like
fried green tomatoes.

13
the haiku devolved
within the english language --
more words, less meaning.

14
the one thing i've learned:
hope to be kissed by the sun,
hope not to get burned.
Till waist deep I stand
in the middle of the river
where the eloquent music flows.
I scoop some of its melody
with my bare soft hands,
its clarity makes me shiver
like dancing notes sun glows
and nature sings a brilliant parody
for me to smile and understand.
We are but two roses in the same vase
sharing the same water
same light,
but our leaves never again touching.
You've grown colder
we've grown apart
separated yet together dying.

Tell me, why do we, roses, die so easily?

Our scents fading,
but our thorns getting sharper
in a world where all the flowers bloom
we are the ones to be wilting.

Tell me, why does the moonlight darken our colours?

I know
I will love you with all my thorns
and with my fading shades
until the last petal will fall
until the sun upon me
will stop shining.

*Tell me, why is there blood on your thorns
and why is my heart leaking?
Together we stand
divided we fall.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFjmvfRvjTc
Here in this redolent rain droplets saturate the ground
I watch the clouds move on, then once more the sun to come
this sparkling desert is strewn with tiny diamond stones
the air hangs in petrichor, thick with chaparral
birds drink from puddles in the broad agave leaves
rainwater trickles with steam in the sun of the singing trees
songs of doves coo cooing in the desert mesquite
spiny lizards stop for rest and warmth upon the rocks
they are ancient with tiny rounded teeth
for eating flashing bugs and beetles
here beneath the spindly ocotillo
beneath the pale flowered saguaro, that blooms
amid this ocean of sandy seas
of cool nights and hot breathed days
the way the desert breathes.
I kissed the wind with full red lips
and bathed in the rain
dancing circles like the naked Sun
I followed the night stars to day
and day brought me safely home
-the light within all light
claimed me as its own and I succumbed
happy to be 'a beloved child of the Universe'.
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