Imagine a form
Passion-shaped and infinite
Two wings, four keen eyes

Your hand’s always been
in place. Your fire’s in my ink.
Your smile stirs my breath.

Art Credit: Tiger R., at age 2

I’m so far from it
Even the word’s abandoned
My dictionary

In fact -where is it?
My dictionary’s fled me
In all this clutter

Dear old truth teller
Please rock me to sleep tonight
Speak of sweet somethings

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