Life has turned gloomy now.

Poetry is my only light.

I share it with the world.

seeping beauty
melding

cosmic roots
in concrete

earthen mix
senses

a stairway to climb
head in the clouds
the great unknowing

leaking songs at dreamtime
a bird responds indignant
'you stole that from me, last night'.

loves invisible visible weave
all things in union
-marching toward eternities goal

confirmation comes in myriad ways
sometimes by deepening poetic sounds

riding ripples from dawns first day
a touch of eternities hand
gentle but firm
a shared affair
making some of your own

joined deep as deep is
forever deeper

skin on skin
bone to bone

the great silence
the finished songs.

following from first breath
Humanities foundation

the goal of love
the overcoming of death

the ritual enacted
the victory of love

Do not be sad
For fate is inevitable,
What’s destined will find its way.
The pens have dried,
The pages have been folded,
And every matter has already been settled.
So your sorrow changes nothing
It neither hastens nor delays,
Neither adds nor takes away.