out the window
calm air -
sparrows flying

in the mind eyes
a universe blossoms
weeds grow

Stormy Sea

if on a dark and stormy sea
   washed with cold and spray
i see a lighthouse calling me
   i will gladly turn away
  
want the travail of the wind
   want the cold and spray
harbour is an earthly place
   no place for me to be

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXIV "


It is very hard to see the beauty
Of screaming children. In fact i did not
See beyond my own self child inherent
Till my forty-second year of quaky
Life. When you spoke to me in actions
Plain and clear and compassionate. No two-
By-four swung could ever ******* to
The depth of your humble example that's
You and honestly live one moment at
A time for whomever. But now i see
Beyond the boundary sculpted unfree
Concepts graven in emptiness to what
Can surely be until what truly is
Is touched. A joined now of effort and bliss

smoke rises
from village hearth
baby's sleep

"Hair's of Turtles"


There is no way that i
       am supposed to think
The hair of the turtle
       does not have to be long
There is no way that i
       am supposed to feel
The hair of the turtle
       does not have to be short
There is no way that i
       am supposed to act
The hair of the turtle
       does not have to be red

caveman thinks
in the old dark
breath