Never Again…Today

What has fallen did not just begin…the ascent.

Lingering bushes of sage…of dust…could not have just swollen at my feet.

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I take a ragged winter’s glove off…

And, already I have miss the dying crisp moss.

Placing layer upon layer, preparing for the barren terrain.

I have once again never to be… again.

Rural Savior

Declining to the soil.

An unearthing is too soon a toil.

As the ravaged trees…breathe, ‘a sigh of relief.’

The ground embraces a reminder of a savior’s grace.

Alas, all emerges free.

As far as, I am privileged to see, there is no need for organized spirituality.

Pockets of snow remain the last vestiges …

Glacial reminders of being untamed.

Welcomed are the tufts of emerald blades, virgin and well-defined.

Rural…is the only thought that comes to mind.


Daylight Dark

Not a one comes out, now.

It is daylight dark.

And, night sky bright.

Chill inserts my bones.

Wrestles free all warmth.

And, beckons my body, ‘go on home.’

A silence seems dangerous.

But can arrive such as a beggar encouraging the traveler…

‘best to go alone.’



the Peasant

Suffering indigent.


But it is the land that keeps us.


sets us free.

Each to their own poetic imagery.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.



Life is a winter’s beach




A braham named, Sangarava, bathed every morning and evening in the river…so he could be cleansed from whatever sin he might have committed during the day.


To him, the Buddha said,

“If bathing could purify one from sins, then all the frogs, turtles, and crocodiles, would be free from sin!  The real lake is the lake of goodness, with grace as its shore for bathing.  Clear and un-defiled, it soothes all who immerse themselves.  Plunge into the waters of goodness and learn to swim!”

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When I was five years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life.  When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I wrote down ‘happy’.  They told me I didn’t understand the assignment.  And, I told them, they didn’t understand life!                      -John Lennon