Love is Manifold

Love is manifold, Dimensional, Made of movement and stillness, Inhalation and observation, Patience and forbearing.   There’s no such thing as “Too young to love”, “Too old to love”, or “Too anything to love”.   Even now, when Parts of the world burn; Somewhere Love is finding itself For the very first time All over … Continue reading "Love is Manifold"

Mixed Signals

We should not care so much about appearance. I read this everyday, and everywhere — But yet we will; and brook no interference In judging others. Nor curtail our care For our own looks; for our own way of seeming. We seem to want to have this thing both ways — The moral view, that … Continue reading "Mixed Signals"

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A meditation on our role in the choices available to us

Aware

Half-frozen mud, cold bracing air A wind that makes my neck aware That leaves torn from the tree will die These poor gray strays who tumble by And like the ghostly light I seek The morn recedes behind the line Only of chance to risk a peek At drifting lives Like yours And mine   … Continue reading "Aware"

Lightning On The Lake

There’s lightning on the lake tonight The world is dark and wet This house is full of memory That I’d as soon forget With loud crashes of violence The sky attacks the earth But can’t drive out the eidolons To which my mind gives birth This house protects me from the storm The wind howls … Continue reading "Lightning On The Lake"

Arizona

I drive here as I drove long years ago When my old father chatted by my side; He spoke of hist’ry, mining and the flow Of his thoughts, ever brimming long and wide. But now I ride alone in silent thought. My father loved this land, and understood That life is cruel, and time is … Continue reading "Arizona"

“… just a season.”

‚ÄúDeath is just a season:   spring turns to summer,   summer to fall,   and fall to winter. They may seem slow to come,   or late,   but they show up,   and they always will. Like changing colors on   the walls of a classroom;   the seasons change, the colors change, … Continue reading "“… just a season.”"