ten decibels below the wind
causing the wings of a crow
to lift and soar above the pine tips
silently swaying on top of the mountain peak
in January in a snowstorm
in beautiful sunshine on a cold
breezy day I sat and just listened
warm as ever I have been
consoled by
all the beauty of
it

Grr

Although tomorrow isn't promised.
Today was once tomorrow;
Becoming yesterday.
A depth often taken for granted.
Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements.
Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink.
Eyes coming to full bloom in the promise to make today better than it was yesterday.
Every breath a fragrance of its own as we journey through the garden of life as elegance is elegance,
Sometimes we ***** ourselves in anticipation. The constitution of thorns protecting something pure.
Perfectly unraveled as the day grows on.
For we all toil for the fruit of harvest, sometimes forgetting how precious the fruit really is

How to write a recipe,
For life in the Universe, indeed,
Take the basic building blocks, you see,
Yes, Hydrogen, Helium, and Carbon made thee,
But who made the first matter,
When a cosmic egg did shatter?
Or has there always been matter, man?
We're in a petri dish of a vast plan,
Maybe a universal experiment,
Is mankind what all this meant?
So that is the basic recipe,
For life in the Universe, indeed.....

I visited a Planetarium,
For Cosmology, like an aquarium,
I gazed at a simulacrum,
Awe and wonder on high,
Why aren't we all astronauts in the skies?
I came away, bemused,
One afternoon to be amused,
I pondered on a mankind alone,
"Is anybody out there?" I asked my phone,
"Not responding!" replied no alien,
That was my trip to the Planetarium......

I hunger for anything
A dangerous feeling
Greed to me beckoning
To devour myself in wanting

I hunger for all beings
Be it be beasts or non living
A horrible truth so appaling
Yet it keeps me craving

I hunger for what I had
I hunger for what I have
I hunger most for love
I hunger for everything I can't have