city dwellers step outside
a short walk
-and they are strangers

here too our small island
you are known
mostly through gossip

there are sad songs
written by sad folk

and deeper sadness
that only silence knows

When frequencies meet
with the same intensity,
one object feels the other—
just as soul and mind connect
with the rhythm of pulse.

Its. like doppelgänger never meets,
yet vibrates with the same force;
shadows breathe where dark
emerges from the light.

It is the singing bowl’s arcane,
where water creates healing sound,
and nature balances
the circle of life.

Shall it called mere resonance
or some mystical bound?

To each his own, my dears

Some write about their fears
Some right about their tears
Some write in arrears
To each his own, my dears

Just write, no worry about careers

If you choose

to be a student

anyone or anything

           can

be your teacher.