…uncertainty, my friend, I see uncertainty…
there are dark times,
though light comes first…
let me see: there are happy moments
and all things seem to fall in place
and desires gain momentum
and all things seem to come to fruition…
one reaches out, and grasps at what is before
and all round
and yet things that seemed so corporeal, so physical,
they melt and unravel like phantoms,
like images in the fog…
and I see uncertainty…a darkness moves over the screen,
as say shadows over a stage…
as shadows behind a puppet-show screen…
and there are smiles, friend…there is laughter
and joy and happiness…
and days of merry-making,
and love-making and fortune….
and uncertainty…there is an image of growth
and then death…
like growth in the fields and
then night and completeness
and brownness in the lands
which were green the day before …uncertainty, I see….
…there is uncertainty… do you see it too?
or is it brightness and radiance
always and always that you see?
it is like wading into a lake
to reach those edible plants that grow
a little towards the center
still close enough to reach without a swim
and one walks on firm land
and one is nearly there;
and then the mud and soil are soft
and break below one
and one falls and struggles in the water….a sudden fall...
...a sudden uncertainty…
I see uncertainty, dear friend…
but what do you see, dear friend…?
…there is uncertainty… do you see it too?
or is it brightness and radiance
always and always that you see?

let the days of ease begin
days of love and longing;
let there be grace in the heart
and the spark of life in one’s eyes

let us dance
in the elegant halls;
and let us walk leisurely in the shade
of willow and cherry-blossoms

let us seek
peace in the self
and offer this to who would want;
let us have minds as clear as water
that shows one’s form

lets us make love then
below the cypress that lines the lakes;
and when we sleep, let us dream
of nations and multitudes in peace

let us go, you and I,
let us walk these days given us;
let us walk this earth
revel in this energy in us;
let us walk hand in hand
as we live in
truth, justice and peace

let the days of ease begin
days of love and longing;
let there be grace in the heart
and the spark of life in one’s eyes

Ha, ha, humanity, you clowns
why do you repeat things you don’t know?
you create authority, you stop thinking
you lean your elbows on fat books
you fill your young with dogma
and truths you yourself don’t know to be true
but drummed into you
and you have visions of God
and scriptures passed down from antiquity
and for good measure you have updates
and the latest revelations –
and you say,
“Oh no, God just changed His mind -
This is the latest! This is the latest!”
like some street urchins selling tabloids in busy streets;
ah, you have so many articles of faith
and repeated so often you claim it to be sacred
you learn to repeat on your mother’s laps
and the teachers brainwash you
and fill you with assumptions you are taught never to question;
and you hang death threats on people who question
and you become so narrow you only see what you want to see
you only see what you are taught to believe;
Oh, you won’t think
(though you’ll be happy to allow your Masters
to tinker with the Holy Text)
and you won’t let others think…
Ha, ha, humanity, you clowns
why do you repeat things you don’t know?

come, sun rays
kiss my naked feet
bite them, if you think them ****;
put your warmth
in every toe
and re-kindle the flames in my blood;
**** the fungus if you find any there
under or on the nails -
and Oh, I so love your touch
and the way you bounce off my feet;
but you’re really greedy
sun rays -
you kiss and you bite…
Oh I’ll go now, sun rays
you’re turning too hot;
I’ll come back later
at my own pleasure
if I like
when I need more

as it's commonly said,
an apple a day
keeps the doctor away…

a song a day
sung or heard
keeps boredom at bay

a poem a day
written or read
fires up the brain cells

an art a day
created or viewed
keeps brain numbness away

a view of trees each day
keeps the mind fresh
and steady

but love
not love of particulars
or specifics
but love of all
love unconditional
keeps the whole being radiant
every minute
every day

a strange day
it was full of strangers
when I went for a walk
with my spouse by my side


past the junction
a stranger shouted out to me:
“Help me!”
and I said quite readily:
“But I need help myself –
so how can I help you?”
and I continued on my walk
wondering at this strange world


past the 100-year-old tree
an octogenarian stopped me
and he said:
“Son, can you tell me which way
to Harvey’s Street?”
and I said to him:
“I don’t know Harvey
and so I don’t know his street;
and by the way, maybe you don’t know,
but I’m not your son….”

and past Kangaroo Point
a cheery stranger all teeth
he shouted to me:
“Good day!”
“Oh, great!” I shouted back.
“You may be having a good day
but I’m having a strange day,
I’ll tell you that!”

And past the Greehimn River
a helpless old lady said:
“Ah, kind man, could you pick up
that walking stick for me?
it’s mine and a young man
just now kicked it off my right hand”


And I said with no second thought:
“Oh, old woman
pick it up yourself;
your back is already bent
so half the effort is already there -
and you think I walked all the way here
so I can pick up a walking stick
for a strange old woman I don’t even know?”


and I turned to my spouse
who was with me
all the while and I said:
“Hmmm…what a strange day
with all these strangers…”
and my spouse answered speedily:
“Who are you, creepy stranger?
Why do you talk to me?”
And straight my spouse
walked off from me…


Hmmm…and indeed a strange day it was
with all these strangers one meets
and who walks so close beside

The wandering beggar is invited in to rest a while…While the women work, he is given some warm soup and food…After eating, and ready to move on, the beggar thanks his hostess and sings her a song in appreciation of her kindness..*




I wander
day and night
in the woods and hills
and I lay my weary body to rest
in cave or below trees

I eat berries
and fruit and drink water
of the free rivers;
for meat I am content
with what I may scavenge
in the bins after
market hours

Ah, the homeless
are my friends
in the streets and gutters;
and I compete with beasts and bears
for shelter
in the forests and woods

One might say,
I am like a hermit
or recluse
except those are quite free of misery
and choose to go that way
whereas with me
this is my condition

But for all beings
the sun does shine
and chance does
provide sustenance
and time offers kindness
as I found in your heart today,
dearest lady;
and so I take my leave
with a poor man’s blessings
for you, your man and your children


and so, kind soul,
I take my leave now
and where I go next I do not know;
but may Time keep you well
as I wander
day and night
in the woods and hills
and as I put my weary body to rest
in cave or below trees
remembering always
your kindness today