Beneath raging seas
Beneath trees in the wind dance
Is a calm body
poem 136/365:2016
I taught her to give birth
and her me to be a man—
enough to love her
//
mothers give birth to men
who will give them love or grief…
poem 132/365:2016
when we are patient
time has no significance,
we become timeless—
free of its urgent cruelty
beyond reach of its fetters
our greatest freedom rest is in our ability to expressively create in response to our reality through poem, prayer, portrait, and all that gives us the potential to release that which rest in the silence of our soul…
poem 119/365:2016
wanted to bend as grass
edgeless blade resilient
but my heart was stiff—
poem 116/365:2016
whatever we believe
let us be as dancing trees
bending not breaking—
poem 109/365:2016
count the tree’s wisdom
not just by its visible fruits
but its rings of love—
poem 108/365
give of yourself
love
and be loved
…even fools can give a wise lesson, and the wise are often fools full of themselves in missing the lesson. And the poet a prophet whose poems go unobserved in fear of what they may be—a call to truth.
poem 99/365:2016
when the tree is full
it is beautiful of change
coming and going—
