I mystery
a reflection 
shadow and 
hollow log
a nook
a once 
and never
more a 
mistake erased
page pitched 
a few
pieces of 
what once 
was and
nothing else 

Lonely implies missing 
I am whole 
knowing who I
am does the
ocean miss land
the sky stars
does the mountain 
miss the valley 
no they are 
themselves free from
others and absolute 
they are one 

I have finally 
found it easier 
to add than 
subtract having already 
whittled down to 
the skinny branches 
this least is
different from the 
bottom for there
there is little 
but this least
always allows more 
for in this 
less I have 
found my most

In this dusk
that day was
and the music 
that seems far
far away hovering 
each piano note 
another old memory 
I sit in
front of fireplace 
and watch the 
pendulum swing back 
and forth and 
I remember that 
one sunny afternoon 
when swings swung 
too amidst laughter 

Sometimes silence 
needs some 
oomph more 
bass less
treble and 
one helluva 
guitar riff
even Buddha 
dug rock
and roll