Thank you very much that your eyelight ignites these poems into life. I have tried to walk on water and failed. These poems are coming to you from the bottom of the pond!
Thoughts are like birds entering and leaving the belltowers of our minds. We are not the origin of these Godgifts.
Both of my parents were gifted poets. How ...
pinks trees of peach
and purples the grapes
as he pumps and plumps
What are the jobs
of apple trees?
and to be
It snows at sea. Quiet falls in flakes. Melting designs... leave form for All
You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover. You are the bloom, the bee, the OerHoverer. You are the child, the bond and the mother. You are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
How do the words of the Peaceful Master become the tirades of warmonger pastors?
Japanese beetles, unheralded seamstresses, sew eyelets in the rose and stitch lilacs to lilace
''The sea: rocking cradle of the world.. sunset stairway to the stars..only by greatmasters trod... only written on by God.''