I have five things to say, five fingers to give into your grace. First, when I was apart from you, this world did not exist, nor any other. Second, whatever I was looking for was always you. Third, why did I ever learn to count to three? Fourth, my cornfield is burning! Fifth, this…
The mind is ever a tourist Wanting to touch and buy new things Then toss them into an already filled closet. So I craft my words into those guides That will offer you something fresh From the Hidden’s Tavern. Few things are stronger than The mind’s need for diverse experience. I am glad not many…
Bon Soir! While I was running errands, some memories came from some indistinct ’some where’. I began to wonder while waiting in the checkout line what happened to certain people I knew both in the remote and immmediate past. I also wondered about places I used to hang out, Parc Jarry, the summers I spent in Montreal…
Hear Blessings dropping their blossoms around you! Burnt Kabob Last year, I admired wines. This, I’m wandering inside the red world. Last year, I gazed at the fire. This year I’m burnt kabob. Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection. Now…
The night has always been a special time for me. Everything calms down, there is no one around to call us or bring us back from whatever reverie we find ourselves immersed in. For me it’s a time of meditation and deep thought, a time to just star outside past the light of the city…
