Let us be quick about  this To love is to
Serve That is how you know it is love the
Willingness wholehearted willing-passion
To be the servant of another as a god unto
Your heart.  Such euphoria it is to know the
Gift has been accepted and understood for
What it is -that you have been conquered by
Love willingly and joyfully without pride
Without reservation, without change.  So
Is God unto you; loving without shame is to
Know that you are made in His image

To the one who knows it i
Come quickly

Now I like all kinds of rain but
One the best when o a fair day
Clear  and the Sun bright in the
Heavens is like a maiden that is
Veiled letting her tears fall for
The beauty of it all that soon will
Begone  Nnoto long but only for a
Moment but long enough that you
Know that it was real and can not
Doubt it was true that she felt it as
A gentle child without meaness or  
Pose but only the poignant passing
Of a time of beauty -joy and sorrow
Comingled in one time-It is her time
Her childhood passing that is meant
Passing before her eyes.  God's Grace
You were given notice it was raining

Everything perfect is ever so lonely
When it is real.  We know this and
Instinctively that
is why we so rarely
Stop to see it, let it be, let it get to
Us.  This Now.  Better to let it go.
Should we wait upon art for love,
A friend from long ago and gone
To share it with? They are not here.

Something that cannot be remembered
Writing for the universal other.  Everyman
Who knows my story is his own.  His story
Is my story.  Spring; Summer; Fall; Winter
When the glory is forgotten only the naked
Idea remains.  Bare branches reaching in to
The sky in dispair of its prayer being heard
Then a solemn quietness comes to the heart
Marking the passing-  Now it is Spring  for the
First time in all its glory the newness that could
Not be remembered but now is forever if it die.

Are they to us or from us?  Who can tell
We begin unknowing and end the same.
Is there really anything in between that does
Not equal One and the same-God has said I
Am that I am- supposing He was not being
Stingy but only telling us the simple Truth
That He (She) could not say more-indeed
Did not know more-in that is he not like us
Who do not know if we are being greeted or
Greeting the wonders of the unknowable.

Just in case you feel envious of the famous
Remember this when you or I die it will not
Be int he news or on the the telly Why?  you
Know  why because there will be no news at
The end of the world if my love not rise again

Beauty is the timeless
Eternity called Love
Who is born again the
Angel or the sinner?
Why is history an aged
Crone?  Because it tells
Us to forget and we are
Always trying to keep
What it told us.   It is
Only for the ages and
The moment to be a
Singularity if God gives
Us to know that we are
His children always.

And that is why Boca
Raton is in Palm Beach;
And I can never get too
Big for my briches.

But there is a catch...Day at at time  a knowing
Grows that the farther you go the farther you are
From your beginnings ,Soon you will not remember
The things you lost- that were closest to your heart.
It Is then death comes to seems as  reasonable .But
You are in  La FlorIda  now where  Ponce De Leon
Sought The Eternal Springs..and did not  Jesus say
Seek and you shall find ;and who am I  to doubt
but now here is the Catch where there  is  no peace
Of death: ,no loved ones to mourn and bury,   No
Familiar soil of family and friends to take you in;
Where there is no end there is no home; and in this
Place you will keen for former things  and soul
Oh splendid eternity you are not  all that  there is.
Cannot be for  you are not where my old home.is .
As the old hymn says:
someday "I'll fly away"The
Angels shall take me home.

It seem like only yesterday
But then my heart skips a beat
And then I know
it's been a long and winding
Road and long long time ago
But still there time yet...
You could take a plane; I could
Catch the train.  Seem I almost
Can hear the whistle blow from
The Old Blue Moon Cafe So So
Long it seems to say -still we can
Catch up  Wooo Wooo Too Late
Again its not today we begin....

You've been busy I've been busy
We've been busy doing what?
Same old same old nothing new
Always thinking of ya such a lot
Of tears I have shed.  Can't stop
Crying now thinking I'll not see
You again now before I am die
Still wishing our love was never
Going to to end with us apart

That truth abound
The truth about the
Human soul is always
Tenderer than we
Suppose.  Be not
Roughly disposed
That the truth new
Born not be disguised
A gargoyle where there
Be a flower unseen


Happy New Year all

We must explain the inexplicable
To cease being troubled: Puzzled
Rebury the evidence the only true
Evidence that there is Another Real
Another Place. Our only basis for hope
We deny  Another Place if it exists.  
We do this s that there be Peace in our
Time.  Let it be we say.  We do not
Know- Why let it trouble us now?
This other world if it truly is will be
Revealed , all in good time  What can
I do to hurry it up and if it's not so what!
Is the perfect the enemy of the good?
Better to let the evidence lie for now-
Let there be Peace in our time.

Peace in our time,,,But there comes  to
All a time when the fierce urgency of
Now takes precedence and we remember
That the sign we denieds were everywhere  
It then we cry out: " Oh Lord come, Come

Quickly Lord; We need you  now for the
End is near and what we made an idol real
Is can not sustain us now   Come Oh Lord

Where always is I would be...
Always faithful always true
Where always is I would  be
I have not always. been faithful
I have not always been true.  How
Can I expect you to believe me...
When I say I will always love you?
My love has been less than it should
Be.  I am an imperfect man .  Who
Am I judge the sinner.  This then
Is my repentance that I must plea for
Charity for myself and all mankind.
If I were king it would be of kindness
Undeserved born of joyful gratitude
From my cup overflowing.  My flaws
Forgotten then could you believe me:
When I tell you I will love you always


For Old Abe:"With charity for all and malice
towards none..."and David who slew Goliath
And stole Bathsheba

Where now is the ancient volcano that
Towered above the land belching fire?
Ir is an atoll with a lagoon wreathed in
Coral Its depths the inverted mountain

The past is still with us changed  Time
A wonder that cannot be remembered
Freed by its dying to be reborn again
Everything has its season and when it
Comes anew its character is gilded in
The aura of before that is its splendor

In the sunshine prayer seems to
Go against the grain-but when:
The fear of being deserted in the
end come in the  dawn dreams of
A harsh light beating down with
Judgements just-there is a prayer
Of mine that yearns for dark clouds
In which to hide my loneliness.  Let
It  rain I say that I may pray hidden
Here with  you  who can hear my heart
Knowing it is not just light but Thy
Tears  merciful  that are my need .For
Is there not kindness in the storm that
Sets aside earthly judgements.while
Yet there is time to hear the prayers
Of the broken hearted-Let it rain for
Lovers everywhere there is still time
If God is good we shall meet again.

The wheatt grass girl was like
TheWee people, more spirit than
Woman; less sun than moon-
.  I would like to  catch her but
She would die.  It is better she
Is free and not mine to keep
It is a wane wine that I drink
That she may come near to
Take a sip.  I know she loves
The green tea more than me
But stiill I would like to know
Her better  like the Spring
Before she is gone forever.

Charlie says it is only a thought if mind
Ed say it is a long long  time, A book.
You are reading and never finish. Charlie
Says but you only live moment to moment.
Still they can be welded  into a chain of memory
Ed says.  And so it goes back and forth-two
Sides of a coin-more perfect yet
the circle of the I Ching with its S line
Down the middle dividing the light from
Dark; and each half contain the merest point
Of the other.  My two friends knew each other
Before I knew them.  Ed introduced me Charlie
In a hot dog place in Berkeley in the early 70s.
It seems my memory is a refutation that it is but
A Thought of mind-I know it has been a long
Long time this memory and so many others but
There is always the times in between-The blessed
Darkness after life's crucifixions when I would
Say it is done; It is finished. Peace and Amen to
All lost loves=family friiedns.  I go to a  Place .  
If God in His goodness wills it perhaps there we
Shall meet again and if not there is this endless...
This changeless thought of mind-this eternity
And always either way ... Still I am on the way..

Pretentions of knowing are the first signs of a growing
maturity but to be fair it begins innocently enough.

The longest  race is not won by
Those who want to win it but
By those who love to run it,by
Those who love to walk it and
Those who love to stand still.
How great then are those who
Love and do not look back but
To encourage all who seek Him
For I speak of the human race;
The glory of God and of man
Even unto life everlasting to all
Who come one by one to love
Seeking the Way that leads each
To the narrow door and passing
Thru he like one before and the
One to come  is the Savior Son,
Returning to his eternal home.

Between Zero and one there is a
Third rail.  There is one, a bit, but
To know One it must be other  to
The Knower than some other state.
But to truly know nothing is not to
Know that you do not know; to not
Be.  A land beyond space and time;
Beyond light and dark between One
And zero.  This is an imaginative idea.
Nothing of its actuality can actually be
Experienced.  From this state we   awake.
To begin our journey.  Of the primal
State we have no knowledge, can only
Imagine its memory but this imagined
Though logical is not identical with the
Reality and this we can know by the
Same logic.  In  the Trinity there   is a
Mystery at the heart our existence that
It may be the gift of God if we Let it Be.

All begins in clarity
Not knowing
Not black versus white
The first step away is
The awakening
Of consciousness; the
Difference.
The absence of difference
Is not darkness versus light
It is clarity
For there is no near nor far
You know no separation
No self from others
You could call it peace
but it before even such
A knowing of the word
Which ever harkens back to
Our time in the womb of God

The philosophers have told us
Know thy self.. But how.? Always you
Have known Knowing and not Knowing
Ask yourself what is the difference. Can
It  too  be known  now you are approaching
The Heart of the mystery-where you will find
The Way that is the Mystery of knowing your
Self. and is the Mystery that exists but cannot
Be solved but lives on without denying death but
Is their coincidence each an affirmation of the
Other. The Mystery lives and it is the Love of
Truth and the Truth of Love and it is always
One  and iis both known and not known.  On
Earth as it is n heaven.  But how can that Be?

You know you know
You know you do not
Know; and that is all ...
It is enough for now


Love, Yours David

Our Father You who are at all times everywhere
The only true reality.  Your Kingdom is now and
Always was and forever will be.  You give us our
Daily bread.You forgive us.  We too forgive all.
Boundlessly are we are loved so boundless is
Our love.  You do not lead us astray but Keep
Us safe.  We see you now as in a vanishing mist
Ever more clearly that our love may grown
But in our heart of hearts you are truly one.

As Winston Churchill once said
I paraphrase: "I once saw the
Beginning and the End; They

Were both simultaneous and
At the different times  It was
Wondrous and beyond anything
I  had known before  and yet had
Always known. But it was after
A after a lovely meal-and  though
I said I must tell the world I forgot
The words ; and soon what  it was
I understood."  And for other reasons
Too I write when I can not but do so

Before I  forget. Does it really matter?
Perhaps it is better to forget like the
Great man did-and let all things be
Made a new that must be only now


As my old Friend Charlie used to
Say:" It is only a thought of mind"
meaning you an I and the Universe
All and nothing. and as Mark Twain
said in The Mysterious Stranger:
"Let me dream a better dream..."

How many thing have I left undone
I do not know,  Let me not count the
Ways I have not told you that I love
You.   Faith hope and love all shall
Be understood even without  words
Words in stillness not spoken unheard
Then

I will know that you know I  do
I will know I am there with you

I try to remember not to say
It is mine.  We live in between
Never do we possess the gift
But give Thee Thanks knowing
Still and always it is Thine  from
Whom cometh all that we receive
And what is life but  the whispered
Promise of an eternity to come

I wish to say something about the nothing
That I know when nothing is all I know
Still I want to say it right -so I can let it
Go  I Call it good.  God be with you I
Say that I may sleep the  dreamless
Sleep of the blessed .Till  I may wake
Again  My very breath   full of desire
I will whisper to  you sweet nothings
About where I have been with you and
Where you went my love I  followed

Many years ago I told my Friend Ed the
Ex librarian a riddle I had heard-A man walks
for fifteen minutes to the East and then fifteen
North plants a flag goes back to his starting place
Changes his direction and travels West fifteen
Minutes then turn North and in few minutes he is
Back at the flag.  Where is he ?  I asked  Ed, a true
Scholar.  He pondered.looked puzzled and said I
Don't Know-Where?  I told him the flag was at the
North pole. He pondered too deep for me and said:
"There must be Another Place!" I knew he meant
Another reality.  The wonder The Wonder that it
Might be so and maybe so much better than this
Veil of tears it seems we know.  Last night  I was
There.  I woke up in my dream it was a somewhat
Desolate place, a tract near a city that once had been
Flat but ****** terrain over grown with  old brush
Dumped and growing.  A breeze was blowing when
First I saw it a she floating in the air-gamboling to
And fro-  I watched amazed and deciphered that I
Was watching an old worn garment carried about
By the wind.  It came to earth and I examined it and
So it was a thin bi of cloth.  I threw it is a pile of brush
Where it disappeared to my immediate regret because
I knew I had seen something quite marvelous and too
Odd to be ignored .  I put a stick into the pile and poked
For the cloth.  It immediately rose up but now it was two
pieces; a lamb that turned colors and frolicked delightfully
At my  very feet.  I turned to my anonymous friend and
Said even if we are only seeing dance of rags.  It surely
Has taken a goodly time for them to become such wind
Nymphs.  And is it not an augury that this is the time that
Childish dreams will soon be realized=maybe Peace is
About to come.  Is even now Immanent.  I think now of
Dickens: It was the best of times; the worst time.... A time
Like all times"- Magic is so interwove  into the ordinary
That one ner does see it until one wakes up in his dreams
A mysterious stranger at his side where another place. is
A place in the heart where the little king and i always reside
It is always about to be.  It is Now and nothing more...

My spirit ascending higher and Higher
Till knowing there is no death hilariously
Knowing an ecstacy far above sorrow No
Reason to cry. My soul on a rope of light
Lifting Me above myself to the happiness
Of knowing -  Knowing  with certainty that
This was the Truth That to laugh was to
Leave this mourning earth for heaven
Laughter was invitation-an irresistible
Invitation   I would leave none behind

It was a wonderful conceit  It seemed so
Invincible till I heard you cry.  You did
Not stop but kept on crying.  I knew then
That you did not understand and did not
Want me to leave you to go where you
Could not go.  My fantasy deflated in the
Knowledge that it was but a dream .  To
Leave you beloved child I could never
Do.  I said do not cry Love where you are
I will be.  I will not leave you not ever.

You are gone now for so long and do not
Remember or cannot care.  Now it is I who
Cry and cry that you have left me.  I go on
A slow march to the grave that knows no
Laughter to easy the pain.  Alone. Are you
Now laughing some place and cannot hear
Me cry saying over and over: Do not leave me
Hear my crying .  Say you love me before I die.

The more the light of hope dims the closer the rebirth
Of the bright morning sun.....Greetings...

If All we had was the Creation
And never was spoke or heard
Of that great Mystery would we
Be better. be more loving, more
Free and so be more obedient to
Our true natures to love one another
The second is like the first a teacher
Once said but if there were only the
One and that there be no other but
What is so wonderfully given..If I
Do not preach would my words be
Better...could I love more...and tell
The truth more sincerely that I am
Believed-I know not.  A poet I hope
Wondering wavering, wandering
Between two shores seeking I know
Not what and in my troubles  I will
Ever seek him  here,my friend and
Comforter in my time of trouble


For my son who has the key

To be seated in your midst knowing
What the longed for child knows that
He belong that she delights; can do
No wrong that would take away the
Birthright to be seated here. Strong
Is the content to be least among many
By love assured in this community
Belonging a colleague  ever anon.
That  may bear witness to the glory

Like any writer I am
Concerned with the
Right word but only
So much if it eludes
Then I count it love's
Labor lost and it is
Only right for love
Should not be a bit
Of labor I am told.
Anyway I believe
That the ill fitting
Word can even at
Times work better.
Like the boy who is
Wearing his older
Brother's handme-
Downs may look
More winsome to
The loving eye who
Sees knowing life's
Struggle- understands
The child's goodness
Better than the tailor
Fit could express it.
Sometimes a little
Play a;  little wobble
Is best.  I am told the
Earth's orbit shows a
Small eccentricity that
It will probably grow
Out of just before we
All crash into the sun
Until then I say we can
All be write as we are.

Death does part us not in the end
But in every choice to be apart...
Love denied more mighty grows:
Casts asunder the coffin crown of
The great deceiver prince pretender
Would be Preyer upon our souls. So
Now  we may again drink together
From the eternal spring that flows on
Beneath Love's Forever Bridge called
Forgiven we Forgive  We who never yet
Let death do us part  we are still here
In love by love's grace are still living
Who have gone to that far better place
Way over yonder I hear her calling me
She tells me Forever is our home to be
Over many rivers Forgiveness the Way

Love is always first awake
Always fresh.  First to know
From the early bud to full
Bloom. from Spring to Fall
The sadness that is its going
Dying then and shorn of it's
Beauty only thorns upon
The still green stem.  The
Whole is greater than the
Sum.  Love writes  our
History; closes the book
And says with it's last
Words that it is  to love
The final victory's given:
The meaning of all the  
Rest. As it was in the
Beginning a rose is for
Forever to me with love


For Grandma Rose

Seems like all my prayers get answered
But it is always in some half baked way
Like God was laughing at me  saying see:
You should have given me more details.
The devils in the details I know but I think
That I should not have to be so Speciific.
You should be able to full out my requests
So as not to make a clown out of me and
Did I mention some things really hurt, still
Do. I have to admit I have learned a lot by
Having to learn to make do with this rough
Draft for the masterpiece I meant iy to be-
Still I wish I could say to you like Job that
I spoke as I did because I knew not and
You would accept that and say I spoke
Truly and that I was really a very good
Fellow and that you were going to give
Me back all that I have lost and more to
Boot.  I do believe  but please keep your
Promise soon because otherwise... I may
Not live long enough to appreciate it

There is a saying who's source I forget
"Justice delayed is not justice."  Justice
Is swift.  Swift to repent for it is at it's
Source close to  the Divine; as Love  is
Outraged at cruelty  So it is equally swift
To recognize none is righteous but all
Fall short and the judge offends in a way
Like to  him whom gave offense -lacking
Understanding and compassion; failing
In the commandment that we love one
Another even as we love  ourselves; and
So obeying God.  Our better angels know
Repentance and are swift to obey that the
Peace that is heaven's be for us'on earth.

Hot hot hot
Oh stop complaining
It is rhe Summer of  Love
The earth is warm.
Know ye not that it is our
Sin that is burning, for  the
Very fuel of it Love is our sin
All  stolen treasure
You must give back.  Your
Beloved has charged you with
Imperfection which first you
Charged   You must make up
Make it right Love deserves no
Less- so you give and give again
Till all your dark sin be cleared
Your beloved restored of doubts
Her perfection not taken from her
She sees  it  is charity of your eyes
Till in fusion the two be one in love

Did you know love?  Was it be like the early morning
Clear and bright in early summer say. One day you
Knew life was good and it was so.  At noon it was a
Pouring forth, the cup that over-floweth.  A drought of
Sufficiency of day and then comes the evening with all
It's splendor and the Venus star comes forth and all is
Memory that you must let go of as if it never was.  And
Purple sorrow presages the night and some like me fight
Against the dying of the ligtht but in the  end one  let's go.


Remembering Nepenthe
Must return to the great Lethe .where forgetfulness  reigns.
That you know you have loved all and completely is your
Peace for there is no better  here or hereafter. What  iswill it's
End is but the necessity that it should be born again that a
New child of wonder always give praise unto the Lord.

I am odd are you odd too?
I have long identified with
His story-a man who lost
So much to s war and who's
Voyage of return is full of
Adventures trying to get
Back to his beloved family;
Penelope .and Telemachus.
These days My television is
On 24 hours a day.  How
Did Homer know but then
He was only retelling a story
From  even more ancient time.
The Word of God tells us He
Is the Word and Homer was
A Child of the Word and His
Story is our story who are its
Sons and Daughters.  We are
Odd but can still find in the
Great myths the retelling of a
Common Life that is always
With us but must be retold
(Best by a campfire with our
Fellow voyagers but then Is
There not always a darkness)
Lest the magic be forgotten.
Let our words be for the fire

The rock speaks!  Big mistake
Everybody knows rocks knows
Nothing so have nothing to say
If they did speak it would be  a

Miracle like God speaking thru
Em.  but people would still doubt
And those that belived would be
Asking for stuff and when nothing
Happened would be laughed at
So I don't think rocks speak But
What I am trying to get at is
I am not a know it all but am some-
Times accused of being one for the
Reason of speaking authoritatively:
That there is so much I don't know-
I suppose if I could be a little less
Certain-Well perhaps the rock knows
Nothing cause there is nothing  known
And being savy it know it's smart to
Keep silent like God mostly does cept
When he speaks to the saints and such
Probably we should all imitate the rock
So humble and yet so proud that it may-
Be  itknows nothing and maybe knows all
Never betraying its glory even to itself.
Well to quote were all equal here but some
Are more equal than others and I am here
Now just trying to tell you I an't one of
Them know it alls nor as humble as a rock
May the Lord save a middlin sinner like me
Who sometimes talks too much bout nothing.


Wthh Love
to  my
Sister Sue &        
My Daughter Elizabeth







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Behind the eyes of God there are
Many Sovereign Dreamers; and no
Common vision would we know but
Love restrain wild excess for in other
Sovereign worlds live those we love
More than our liberty and thus it is by
Compromise we come to live in this
Our oft jaded reality. Oft rebelling till
Reminded that God is Love and One
Sovereign yet understands our reasonable
Dissatisfaction with this mundane world
We are compelled to live in So shews us
Great mercy- kind understanding toward
Our rebellion reminds us that the bonds of
Love shall free as is promised in the end

(So we wake to yet slog on for yet a while)

It's only a thought of mind
That you remember but
The thought of youth are
Long long thoughts as a
Friend of mine said and
If All of our memories are
Only a thought of mind
The seem to be long long
Thoughts.  All of our time
From birth to death all in a
Second.  But how do we...?

And if we don' know How can
We Judge?  Was it not Jesus Who
Said:  All righteousness is like
Filthy rags.  Let us be kind to
One another.  Fear the Lord
Know that only by Love are
We saved when we knew Not
To love Him and One Another

It is quiet now My father speaks: tells me
It is his good time.  I do not answer only
Remember; and think now about the end
As one who cannot know I do believe that
Though I would it not I shall say to all: "not
My will but Thy will be done. Though I die
My duty's done and the evening like morning
Like one then our will shall in eternity be and
I shall again hear your voice telling me: You are
In Heaven with me now; and now is my best time

The folly of children is better than the wisdom
Of men.  Be humble.  Lean not unto your own
Understanding but rather travel to Another  place
Innocent beyond all your knowing-beyond your humility
Travel in dreams and revery to your childhood unremembered
Heedless go unasked to that other place of first times-traveling
Until you are born again and you know not what was before
Let go all the pride of knowing for it cannot take you to there




Now turn again to love and to be loved; and crying say I am  And should
A day  far hence come to you bearing too great a burden of pride of knowing Here is How It will end You must be born again for the first and only time.  

For My Mother who sweetly told me
I should not be such a little "know it all"
Dear Mother Happy Mother's Day
Wherever you are...my heart is...

I entered athe land of Chance
(or so it seemed) there to seek
The beauty of the love that i
Everywhere and there  Ifound
Old friends and new So many
Treasures everywhere but all
Fragmented ;friends I'd made
That I could not keep.   So to a
Greater loneliness I woke again
To my defeat (or so it seemed)
By love rejected and so far away
Without chance or,friend to play
As if in a pool I looked down at
Myself and decried the abominable
Wretch I had become only looking
Down on my sorrow ne'r realizing
It  was in the sky above me and the
Forlorn one I rejected was the Christ
Above me that  I rejected.  Disgraced
Beaten and defeated. Yes I am sorry
I admit it for it is God's Truth Too


*I was ignorant therefore I spoke as I did...
From the end of the Book of Job when the
Lord asks him where he was when God created
The Leviathan?  Children forgive me that I spoke
As I did.  I am sorry and ask you to forgive me
Even as the Lord did Job for Love"s sake...

There is this about famous people: we grow up
And it seems we have heard of them before
It is the same with love only more so as it seems
You have known Her always.  Of all that is
Famous She is the one without compare and
is greatest of all.  So it is woe extreme to lose
Her -to think she is gone forevef.  Death is sweet
To  living without hope-,with hope dying.  That
She know It is for her honor  I would gladly die
than live ever without Her-If Hope of Her is-
Is not to be is to be forever disappointed

In the beginning is nothing 'n might have been
Are the same, the origins.of everything.  Like
A locomotive coming down the track in the
Night- before you can hear it makes no sound
Then you hear the whistle and the great thunder
As it goes by till you can't hear it again.  The
Greatness of what is is less than what only migtht
Have been In the beginning.  Everything God
Let be came nothing and like lonely traveler who
Yearns to be home again returns to nothing.  Before
The big bang there was silence and there is its joy
Not forgotten  is what might have been. Something
Tells us not get above our raisin.  What is there to
Have if I cannot have you and I still think about
What might have been when it all seemed possible
So I am not sad to be going back to my beginnings
Long times ago but it seems like only yesterday

A moment ago my Father was
Pushing me now I am swinging
By myself.  
The sky is blue.  The earth is
Green.  The sun is some place
Unseen.
I am swinging by myself.