The moment
the feeling
the thought
the act
the words to say
and to avoid-
the beyond-self view
of life and of others
this then
should be the theme
of my religion
the daily engagement--

I have no place verily
for worship
but in this immediacy--

life
a brief interlude
before the curtain's fall
that which we are
or not
is the story and plot
we could count
to be a little of something
or nothing at all.

The life
Of the sun

Is the life
Of a great achiever

I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.

With golden rings
And black ones too,
They buzzy buzz
As all bees do.

They hover low
As they have planned,
Choose a flower
And then they land.

Grabs some pollen
And buzzes away,
But will be back
One bumbly day.

I loves … I loves …
Bumbly Bees,
With skinny legs
And big fat knees.

Let
The things happen
The way they do

Your obligation
Is to accept them to avoid
Being depressed

The moon
                  Never wishes for anything
From the night

         It always gives a beautiful smile
To her face

Because it knows
The meaning of honest love

It was a one star early evening..  
I was walking thinking of you..
Alone in the twilight you were..
Wrapped in darkness and dying light..
I wondered if you thought of me..
I wondered if you could see the night cathing up to my soul..
And once it did I lost you in the now black star filled sky..
You were there somewhere..
You watched me looking for you..
Until  early tomorrow evening..
When you are the only one high in the sky..
Wrapped in darkness and dying light..
We see eachother...
Before the night mixes you away..

It's easy to hate the truth
And difficult to love the lie
Sometimes we do both
Without realising their importance
At a particular time
And so we are always miserable