The hallowed places
Ancient lands, the Orient
Taste of saffron dust

Those sugar beaches
The Icelandic volcanoes
Scents of sulfur, salt

Quiet black rivers
And foggy, rolling green hills
Sound like death and life

Skin of all colors
Good thriving amongst evil
Watch This with wonder

Then there is Music
Coursing through every moment
Do you feel it too?

A magic-filled life
And the most dire of questions
Have been asked today

The promise is this:
Crazy, love for crazy, love
Kindness for kindness

Your Zen walked through first
Then two cups and a kettle
I took a deep breath….

Studying life’s course
Noticing all the banked curves?
No one’s nervous here

You made yourself small
My heart reveres small creatures
They’re largest of all

My good guru taught
The art of mischief-making
As a parting gift

Soft, graphite fingers
Inky, arms-length embraces
This, is how we touch

Morning, noon and night
It seems I’m never certain
How much me’s too much

I’ve torn down the gates
Hold back none, and give my heart
To God, My Boy, You