With none to blame
And no reason to claim
The anger was thrown off the cliff
A soothing calm
Melting down the pain
The gentle breeze
And its silent presence
Finally felt

Ponder this well to understand more clearly

       that what we have as life

                is many-hued reflections

in a strange way,
things are getting interesting,
back to normal.

Claypan
Hideaway
Constant instars
Exiled metamorphosis
So quiet you can almost
Hear the sun go down

Valle de Las Hamacas
Vista Hermosa
Spheres of Paradiso
Seismic dewdrop points
Listening to the night
Fall with the rain

Her moodiness is her loveliness,
she distracts me to tears.

That I of long ago
still does endure
with time--more so
I am sure

this is the sum total-
what little do I know
of life that's particular
or general- do I scarcely grow

if any, at all?
yet fleeting moments
simple, ordinary, small
guide my waking movements

all said, this is the overall:
though ignorant, myself I still own
I should stand tall and not fall
living is about being what I am--alone