Do becomes be
a little drum
a march towards 
joy and happiness 
standards and routines 
a rote rowing 
oars in water 
taking one farther 
across languid lakes 
it’s not about 
reaching the shore 
just about being 
ones quiet do

Do not 
follow me 
for I
have no 
idea where
I’m going 
instead let 
us follow 
you and 
let’s both 
see where
we’ll go 

I live 
a life
of harmony 
a song
that sings
its melody 
at the 
crossroads of 
a life 
well lived 
of a
love given 
freely and 
without condition
and a
forgiveness that 
gives lift
to hope
like an 
invisible thermal 

Imagine a still
nights so deep 
winds so calm 
barely a breeze
an evasive silence 
that’s so deafening 
that a cricket 
chirps its faraway 
song like tympani 
an empty mind
that’s so saturating 
that its bath
water never cools 
then imagine this 
that you have 
finally found the 
gateway to that
are you ever 
willing to go 
back to what
it was before 
I think not

A blessing 
is simply 
what one
heart whispers 
to another 
in a
language that 
only the 
soul speaks