One day
you'll be tired
of yourself-
too much
you've done
but with
many wishes
thwarted

then sets in
--Weltschmerz-
the world-weariness
and you're caught
in its web-insidious
from which
you can't escape

the sigh follows
how futile has been
all the effort!

Does life
have real meaning
or is it
just plain absurd?

Life in one word-
aspiration

I'm my own permission-
in every season

In memoriam
is not for me:
well I've lived
and now I'm free

from life's every pang
angst and misery
the shadows have fled
all that's before me is joy and beauty

When the healing
lies in the forgetting..

Words can be
as soft as cotton
and in the worst scenario
as lethal as poison

of such is human nature
in its varied season
would that I use them well
as such every heart to gladden

Feel my words
among the flowers
the floating clouds
the moaning of ripples

I've no name
for the road I travel
myself I've forgotten
in not knowing, I revel