​
​In pale moonlight.
​A taste of life.
​Enough to remind me
​of the beauty and the love.
​In accepting each
​others soul.

​
​Someone asked,
“When one is confronted
with apathy and indifference
what should I do?”

To a tune of non-being,
and trying to fill the void.

I told them,
” The answer lies only in your
consciousness of apathy
and indifference”

We both agreed to focus
on our true nature.
And said goodbye to
the current view of things.

​
​I greeted the evening streets.
On the warmest night of winter.
No miracles occurred.
There was no magic.
Seen from the outside,
an ordinary time.
Seen from the inside.
Earth, sky and all life –
increased step-by step.
How could I think otherwise?

Blue constellation.
Walking between the streets.
Everyone I meet seems
to want a coat of spring.
I told them
“It is just a cycle
in a world of struggle”.
And from the sky
the leaves fell,
just like all the times before.
​
​

The best of life is around me.
It dwells on the streets,
and sits in the coffee shops.
It pours out in the words I write.
And is so clearly seen in the
ability of the students I teach.
Yet, some people never quite
know the real truth.
There is no emptiness in life.
Only life, that can be brushed
the right way or the wrong way.

​

Pen in hand,
I stand alone.
As solid as a winter bird.
The dim sun and frost
does not diminish
the path before me.
With each step I learn
not to let myself succumb.
To those who stand in the way
of all that we can achieve.
Then, out of the silence
I hear your voice.
“Now are the days to
make you own magic,
and feast on your life”.

Each footstep kindles a memory.
From the heart of the darkest days.
To the glistening splendor
of those firefly nights.
As many times as I forget.
I always remember how we once
softened life, and let love rise.
But everything has to be let go,
when the time comes.
That which exists today
is just this and that, tomorrow.

Every morning is a new arrival.
I sometimes meet the
indifferent and the
pleasure-seekers.
Full of fear thinking,
and always looking
to clear things out.

But, more often than not.
I meet the kind, the wise
and those who can feel joy.
They already have the world.
And help me find an
opening to life.

​
​Ten thousand moments
advance the self.
Confirming that I am alive.
Step, step, step…..
Thought, thought, thought…..
I vow to master both the
walking and the mind.
The way has no gates.
Just simplicity and plainness.
Coming and going like
morning dew.

​
​Today, after talking with you.
I decided that everything  will
take the colour of the sun.
No sad memories making
their way forward.
No flashy words that
need to be learned.
Just the winter sun,
and a place in the sky.
A good place, just beyond
the edge of my eyes.