"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 penetrate 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