The day seemed to be
etched in sunlight.
A day with cool paths.
and endless ways.
Everyone seemed to be
holding hands and said ‘hello’.
As though they were released
from perpetual winter.
Or from every hurt,
a new faith was born.
This was such a day.

Walking along the wet streets.
On my way to work.
Slipping, I became a rainbow.
Realizing that nothing
is just one colour.
The show ponies,
who preferred a
comic play fell silent.
Around the stone houses
the spring flowers
began to bloom.
And the magic of words
was clear for all to see.

In the past,
as disaster rained down.
I stood alone.
Full of hunger,
and waiting for answers.
But nothing came my way.
Not even a few lotus buds of hope.
It seemed that nature
had made her choice.
There was nothing I could do.
Then, drawn into your presence.
A new landscape emerged.
Full of life and beauty.
Even in the rain and
the scorched earth.
There was a new world.
​Released in a skyward mist
and embraced by the sun.
Earth, sun and water.
The beginning of a new passion.
​

There is nothing I can see
that is not beautiful,
in some ways.
For example……
Each blade of grass
an ancient dream.
Each day the sun rises
a cheering mind.
And when the moon shines,
things are never what they seem.
Compassion and understanding
melts the pain and the differences.
The moment is honoured.
And the human soul soars.
This is the way.

​

Washed away.
All those years ago.
From time-to-time
it comes over me.
Like a meanness of the self.

But I always find the door.
A glimpse is all it takes.
Another cleaning of the old.
All that dark shame and guilt.
Lost in the space.

Then, some new delight.
And delight there is,
in these lonely affairs.
Crushed between each word
I write, and each step I take.

Then, beneath the sky.
I can raise my head.
And wonder to myself.
What is all this fuss about?

​

Today I walked to
take in all that is.
The time will come
when I can walk no more.
So, each step is
a path of delight.
Endlessly encouraging,
and announcing
me to the world.
Such a contrast to the
turbulent, breathing
life of other days.
With no time to
stop for a moment . . .

Each step I take
confirms many things。
The river flows.
The sky sings from time to time.
Sometimes the wind blows
with simplicity and plainness.
But only some can
see its true nature.
And in the end,
I will return to nothingness.
So, each step I take .
I take with purpose.
Trying to see anything
and everything.
That comes before me.

A poet sleeps.
Not today.
I bend low enough
to wake the butterflies.
A day too precious to waste.
Or seek longing.
So, clapping hands.
Walking towards
where the sun will be.
I herald the day ahead.

Some days the weight darkens.
Another round of trying so hard.
Just wraps the show
ponies in a knot.
Even the coffee does not offer
the possibility of an end to the
crying birds and sudden rain.
But then, it starts.
I think, “I have a choice.”
The world goes on.
I set controls for the
heart of the day.
Silent for a moment,
the words flow
And I notice everything.
Nothing is wiped away.
Each sip of coffee,
a timeless place with exits only.
I will not fade away today.
Not today.

Scampering over puddles.
The road partly broken.
And cold, cold.
I heard your soft whispers.
Grasping the morning clouds.
The leaves and grass talked.
Not of sorrow.
But of life, more than sweet.
And what to make
from the rest of the day.