And like thunder 
heard from some 
far off place 
I followed only 
to find rain 
and in this 
I was cleansed
and upon its 
clearing I was
at last enlightened 

Oh and when 
the string is
straightened and the 
dots connected does
one truly understand 
the blind trust
that the journeyman 
placed in destiny 
that he sees
that everything before 
belongs to that
old life and 
like the shedding 
of fur and 
molting of feathers 
and discarding layer 
after layer of 
his previous life 
can he stand 
on strong legs 
and declare with 
full lungs of 
fresh air you 
haven’t won anything 
for I have 

Maybe silence 
is just 
as good 
for doesn’t 
winter snow 
fall without 
a sound 
and yet
it changes 
how much 
we know 

To be quiet 
a delicious emptiness 
of all things 
soaking in a
bath of wandering 
thoughts immersed in 
candlelight’s own flame 
of passive curiosity 
to be nothing 
and nowhere else 
and everywhere else 
all at the 
very same time 
oh the ode
to such a 
very simple place 

Kindness is 
little else
than the 
threads of
one’s life 
woven tightly 
together to 
create a 
blanket in
which to 
warm the 
coldest hands
and hearts