Oh sweet vanity calling forth
Praise of all you would desire
To be true; of a self that could
Only be known to God that
Fervent lover of all that is child-
Like and as He meant it to be;
And so you believed that men
Were true and Godlike too.
Oh- that it were so is a conceit
Yet also great charity to all us
Here below for yet it might
Be  if we our own good; and
For our own sakes knew better
With what perfect love and so
Marvelously we were made.



for the women I  love and should
have loved more.

What does it mean when everybody
Knows you and nobody should?  You
Are in a dream  Strangers by furtive
Word and sign tell you they know.
They know you.   In a dream the dream
Must be a secret but the clues are every-
Where but only the stranger can see
Them.  If you want to know if you are
Dreaming- Go where you are not known
Go alone...Like a cosmic joke you can-
Not understand then you know you
Must be dreaming,  long dreaming.
The clues are everywhere but still the
Mystery cannot be solved but maybe
Just maybe in this dream or another
You will dream of love more bautifully


If you hear echoes of a Mysterious
Stranger blame Mark Twain.

Oh man has not God made you?
Made you half finished; half wild;
half beast and half angel?  Does not
Thy angel with love see the beauty
Of the creation ever finishing yet
Perfect as it is; and thy creature
Say:Give me yet time for this land
Savage as it is is my true home-
Good you called it just as you made
It.  Can the love that belongs to
Heaven be more yet I not see it?
Let the half be as the whole that
Peace be as  earthly  as  heavenly

I am one of them that walks
Along a country path and bends
From time to time, now and then
To pick a flower and to muse upon
Love's sorrow.  Is that my Church?
It is all II can claim for us and thus
So I would have it so that if it be
Love it would be as freely won.


Mom: It seems like only yesterday.

Our only true vision is with the
Understanding sublime that
Love everlasting knows not but
The perfect and that only the
Perfect is real.  Knowing this
How can it be that our suffering
Exists?  This we do not know;
Can only ask: Father Father...
Why have you forsaken me?

Am I?; a lone question asked: am I still? a continuous tone till nothings heard-Silent is the question silence is the answer;  who nothing  knows nothing tells.

To be the other whom i seek
I say not until i cannot hear
Myself; nor any others.
Then from not all will be
(or not)  Let not.  Let be
Be still...