Village in Tibet

Still
The most fixed of hearts
Vision-filled
Blinded not
Having drifted into the paths
Of many
Too many
Oncoming realities

Sometimes
The most skilled oracle
Caution-filled
Gifted so
Cannot shapeshift the wills
Of we
Predestined we
Hope artists

Bound

Cottontail Cottontail 
Just where are you off to
I’m the leader of the pack of one
Who will track you

Darting from the underbrush 
What did you have to fear
Stroked my curiosity 
To learn what your ears hear

Now the journey’s on my sweet
Give chase to my sinew 
Your re-fu-sal for fits and starts
Sets my re-solve anew

Despite The Hill

I will not 
Devise a grand plan
Stopping
Loving

The enthralled and free
Delusional and sane
Utterly and parsed
Pure and unholy
Life-giving and breath-stealing
Broken-down and built back up
Stricken and strong
Emptied out then flowing over

Way 
That I
Have loved
I cannot