SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
You are not a person, my dear
You are a Presence, present Everywhere.
Little dusts can blur my vision, or I may close my eyes, (but) -
Light never changes it's place.
While the three elements
of any significant fire,
oxygen, heat, and fuel,
create flashovers cruel,
The poem written in haste
spreads evenly across the page.
How could this happen in a world
of trampled syntax, labored meanings,
a man cannot, and should not,
be judged by what he owns or
possesses. the only true judge-
ment comes in what he does with
dissolving into the earth,
Thank you all
you all bring tears of joy into my dry eyes
my LOVE TO YOU ALL
YOU ARE SOME
Sweet flower of love;
A place to be!
A place to dwell,
walking through the wetness,
rain falling softly.
the rhythm of the wipers,
the trees bow to the wind.