high in my castle tower
far away from the winter flower
a little bee zooms in

my dog looking at me
all she can see
is mayhem and madness!!!

why why she looks
can one be scared
of a little bee?

lucky dog never played with fire
lucky dog never been the center
of the furious, angry Empire!

my dearest little honey bee
with the least amount of struggle
I will set thee free..

only Love and kindness
can justify the existence
of this cruel Universe

Living in the modern age,
death for virtue is the wage.
So it seems in darker hours.
Evil wins, kindness cowers.

Ruled by violence and vice
We all stand upon thin ice.
Are we brave or are we mice,
here upon such thin, thin ice?

Dare we linger, dare we skate?
Dare we laugh or celebrate,
knowing we may strain the ice?
Preserve the ice at any price?

paddles at rest
the trout rise
into stillness

Evil is a faceless stranger,
living in a distant neighborhood.
Evil has a wholesome, hometown face,
with merry eyes and an open smile.
Evil walks among us, wearing a mask
which looks like all our faces

Book of Counted Sorrows ~ 1981

lost at sea, adrift
you and me
no boundaries, no rules
just the ocean herself
a beautiful blue desert
full of magic and wonder
nothing as far as the eye can see
just you and me

to see the light
is to see the shadow
of your former self

to see the darkness
is to see all the way
to the edge of time..