The Streets of San Francisco

What goes up, must come down.   Obvious but not easy, unappealing and so hard, indeed, for sure, a daunting walk, that’s the rub.   An unfaltering brisk pace, that’s unlikely to happen: difficult climbs and descents. exhaust me.   What’s the point of the steep grade? Going up is a tiring task! Going downContinue reading “The Streets of San Francisco”

Flame

Burning initially, it sheds light, a beacon of Hope for darkness.   Burning intensely, its radiance pierces, diminishing itself for wholeness.   Burning incessantly, it flickers with poise, illuminating the way for oneness.   Burning intently, its gaze dances, with uneven bursts for fullness.   Burning innately, it lives its life without a sound forContinue reading “Flame”

The Invisible

Unseen but apparent, harmony is invisible. The unseen is worth no words, and silence is golden Heartbreak and joy reveal the whole picture of creation, beyond image and likeness, and less than from nothing. I sit in silence to see clearly. We chant as one to focus well. Alone together, She is. Together alone, IContinue reading “The Invisible”

Tie a String around My Finger

Don’t forget to remember Drink the moon shine Walk in delight Quaff the lunar twilight See the wind whine Move without flight Behold the Light’s soundbite Hear the bud sign Catch the sunlight Listen to the bees’ plight Smell the tree line Stroll with the height Sniff the branches’ bark blight Feel the sea’s rhymeContinue reading “Tie a String around My Finger”