I'm sky
earth
wind
cloud
water
tree
leaf
grass
meadow

I'm such
being drawn in
and inspired
by my poetry
and my love
of nature

in this oneness
is the endless splendour-

when my words
you treasure
and adore
you yourself
will become
as much as
this inseparable
miracle

No
I don't know
as you think
I do
I've hardly started:
there's the river
but its water
doesn't flow
and by its bank
I'm waiting
perhaps
it might tomorrow

no
life is my
not yet
it will take
many, many more
years before
I really
come to know

In retrospect:
all things
would have been
different-
everything
would have neatly
hung on
the right peg

Does feeling
incorporate
unconscious thinking?

The mind
is a thousand times
more dangerous
than the most lethal gun

Is there perfect love?
If there were
in what way
would it be served?

Most don't live
restless they are
from one place
to another
they skip-
what's before them
the beauty and wonder
they miss
their anxieties
only grow more deep

where's the smile
the comfort and peace
of just being oneself
instead of such
being lost
or stripped?

Time doesn't
patience keep
what we've forfeited
we can't retrieve
and our life
inexorably
ends in grief.