I was working as an English tutor
She said, You like the arts

This indeed is true
Especially the spiritual parts

Moby **** in literature
Bob Dylan in folk music

Mark Rothko in painting
I cannot refuse it

My students were from India
Abhinav and Abhiram

Very, very talented
Like Thich Nhat Hanh from Vietnam

My childhood in Asia
Might be coming back

I want to see Fantasia
I plan my next attack

Cornel West and GKC
The persistence of battling hope

Like Schopenhauer, I know despair
But I also hear the Pope

The work of art in Italy
Sub specie aeternitatis

Brown chapel at UNC
Silent St. Francis: deo gratias.

Words are lies
Goes the Japanese proverb

Hence
Silent meditation

I was there
For Rieko's wedding

Amazement!
Fascination.

Kamakura Buddha
In the open snow

Mr. Miyagi teaches
Daniel he does show

I miss you
Tonight Rieko

Arigato
Tokyo

There are no foreign lands; only the traveller is foreign.

                - Robert Louis Stevenson

Just playing with words it seems
But play is freaking fun

I despair about my country
When I think of all the guns

Springsteen in Milan
Rocking She's the One!

Rey is a Skywalker
Shows it can be done

Good coming from evil
Freedom where there was none

Radiant light saber
Shining Midnight Sun

I know it's just a movie
And I know Born to Run

Balance to the Force
The battle has begun

The poems and the illness
Might be one and the same

Shakespeare was quite right
To wonder what's in a name

Sickness is the state
Pascal for Christians claimed

And Robert Louis Stevenson
Also suffered the same

Honestly, dear reader,
I think of future fame

But life is suffering
And writing is a game

I try to play it well
Sometimes wild; sometimes tame

Some will say biochemistry
Unbalanced in my brain

Oh! I read a lot of books
Like Don Quixote from mystic Spain

There's a light in the distance
Who drives the bullet train?

Walter Ong in St. Louis
Where my father went to school

Lou Brock and Bob Gibson
Cardinals are cool

Orality and literacy
God's word, he says, is spoken

I like Leonard Cohen
The Alleluia broken

The Jesuits are journeymen
They've taught me something too

Contemplatives in action
Prayers at the Gesu