So far. . .
I am

Seeking a future turn
A new flow to hold
A slow trip to Plum Village
To slow my candle burn
Slowly sip upon your gaze
Gently slip into your fold.

So far . . .

I missed your knock on my door.
Your visit lost but I heard your steps.
Your shine and balance
seems lost and spent.
Stopping by to visit
To share and vent.
You knocked to say
You seek a new dance.
A solid arch above the maple floor.

So far . . .

N still dreams
Still dreams in LaLa Land.
She holds sway her shine.
A shine that melts everyman.
I'm still glad you're here
In this life and for awhile, in this space.
Frankl and Rumi still smile
At your lightness, at your grace
It's time re-enter from afar.
A visit to Cap d'Antibes is near
To taste the stars.

So far
I am
still pursuing my best self
humbling stuff.