Dark clouds approaching
and only nodding to myself.
I see no shame
to putting my name,
to each learning –
nameless and formless.
An ancient road,
beyond sound and form.
And nothing useless
sticks in the mind.
Zen life poem # 8
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 