Bowing deeply, invited by the sound of a distant bell.

Sitting with the masters, or staring at the wall.

This silent illumination reveals equanimity in bedlam.

What is this?

It is not perfect, but we are in the business of efforts.

Softening the shell of our perceptions.

The world might have problems
And they might be true
But I have many more issues
That I can tell you

For an example, this one day
I was eating a chip
But when I looked down
I was out of dip

I sat there a minute
And opened another can
But then I ran out of chips,
Another problem I can't stand

Writing,
for you
--is a river
a revelation
a sleepless constant gift-- so out-to-see
in a flimsy boat
you built by mathematic rote and laced with ivy
to hold together ******* boards of crazy
with the ease of breathing
Your giant storehouse
wealth-of-words
Your granary of data
the grist of
Music
You imagine wine
from mind
almost without limits
You command it all!
Dancing
in the grapes of moonlight
with tides of words
Their endless-- almost blind
come-ons and gone
in waves!

(my sullen heart)....
still stays

I am digging here
in a low spot
seeking water
with robins and a sparrow
in the puddles
Awaiting rain
Flipping-off the muddy shallows with our wings
I suppose their songs
will count for something
Tasting happenstance
of bugs in flight
maybe catch a firefly or two
at the edge of day
Tearing half a worm
from weeds...the brown of drying grass
near the small lagoon
collecting
'neath my car
Hiding
in an afternoon
too warm for flight
resorting to a place of shade
to smell the fresh-mown
sweet grass

Riding with my training-wheels
in the parade
Like a fool between those bikers' “Hogs”
Turning down my street
by mistake
laughing at the dead-end
of it all

Pulling poetry out my ***
_

Morning love
Tousled heads we hug
As alluring and beautiful
As a formal event
In coat and tie silk gown
Two hours of makeup
More even.
You in that negligée
Me au natural,
No airs put on when
Squintilly gazing at the bright break of morning with
Pillow marked cheeks
And hair awry. I think you are the picture in the morn of
Pure beauty and desire.
That kiss is our first one.
Today.
Let me wake you
With kisses
All over.

☯
I kiss gravity,
& the light leaving my bones,
"This is how we fell."