If
          You are always sorry
When
          You think back

And
          You only worry
When
          You think ahead

Then
          You will only find
Your
          Peace of mind

After
          You are dead
WIZDUMBs BY JA 414

Red ships sailed for the
Harvest moon , demons led
council in red coals , in wavering
cold air , for a moment burnt pine shared the sun ,
crackling songs were slowly sung ,
evening zephyrs corralled white smoke in a tornadic stranglehold atop nights wooden pyre* ...

Barren trees in early springtide mourning
Their occupants announce the ******
morning , tall shadows portend the
rise of golden sunshine with cedars in
aromatic armor , bluebirds crisscrossing
spirited valleys , crows yearning before
stained glass painted epiphanies
Blessed be the concerts of the new day* ..