love is its own reward
it needs no other

the building of portals
eight seeds sown

trees growing tall
the quiet glade

a dream of the child
confirmation

you come in and out
the eternal doorway.

from invisible comes the visible
but not all the invisible is seen
where all that is, came from nothing.

comes to the surface
gives no rest

a tortured poet
with tongue cut out

clouds of pink on the cherry sigh,
sweet, whispering flowers fall and fall,

they lie upon the mossy wall,
clouds falling from a pink-sea sky,


flowers of the wind, confetti, rice,
papery stream like a pressed dry rose,

blossom song, the tireless breezes blow,
bewitching bower of cherry-flower ice.


a stream of melancholy green,
dances through the shades of the trees

the pink blooms sweep the river's breeze,
dry on stones, cherry-petal scenes....

At peace,
Find good in every person you meet,
And in every situation you come across.
9/7/2024