Old dusty letter
in a book long forgotten
memory erupts

It's not possible
to define limit:
none can dissect
measure or count it

It doesn't matter
    where you set your sight
     as long as it is right

Be in alignment
with your life:
this is the best way
to do away with strife-

the bow must
the violin fit
if out of congruence
there would be no sweet music-

in one voice
love should speak
otherwise
it might break-

towards the waiting sun
the rose raises its head
in this coming-together
the greatest joy is shared

Don't impute words
into the mouth of life:
nothing does it speak
you've to accept what is
whether comfort or strife

Between beauty
and utility
the latter I choose
readily

Life has so many
a path
that which leads best
is to the heart