I love
my peace
I love
my life
I have
no drama
I have
no strife
there is
such quiet
there is
no sound
except for
the baying
of some
distant hound
Category: Meditation
After
The way
to start
is to
end be
it sentence
paragraph chapter
or book
one must
come before
to make
room for
the after
Never
If but for
a moment would
I could I
I think not
for like sand
running through fingers
and back to
the beach or
snow that falls
for so briefly
turns to water
things don’t stay
that were never
Alive
And then this
why oh why
do its fingers
find the strings
and though delicately
still somehow pluck
and I’m played
a little bit
out of tune
but still the
same old song
and my body
feels the haunting
vibrations of longing
deep and dark
and somewhere inside
it warming me
knowing I’m alive
Are
In the present
I have forgotten
how things came
to as are
I no longer
remember the harvest
or the gathering
and this comes
as a surprise
hearing myself say
there you be
and I belong
