Night is coming

Billowing rain
Strikes a discordant note
With the frantic waving
Of yellow leaves
In the corner of my eye
A light blinks on in a doorway
Night is coming

The path

Happiness isn’t like the weather
Rainy one day sun the next
It’s the path worn up the mountainside
By your own feet

A Pearl

Seek your bliss, yes climb
But the mountaintop has no meaning
Without the valley below –
Wreathed all in shadowy confusion
And where else can one go when on high
But down?
Seek instead then for a deeper contentment
One at home on high or in the depths of despair
A pearl left behind by the giddy tide
A sense of worth untouched
By the senseless turnings of a life beyond control

Mind of Man

No past or future
Just the ever present wave
Ever spreading
Carrying us along
In eddies ever more complex
An none more complex
Than the mind of man

Wide open

Wind ruffles the puddle
As I shelter from the rain
A sudden joy
At changing seasons
At cogs moving beyond my control
What a wide open world you are!

Outline of a mind

Clouds form about the hillside
An eddy in a stream circles the rock
My pen moves over paper
Making its own pattern
An outline of a mind
That lives like a shadow hardly changing
With the passing forms that cast it


A flock of jackdaws
Bursts upon the sky
So jealous!
So share with me
The stillness and silence
Of early morn


A slice of sky
Fades blue to black
Against the grey advance of night
It fills my heart with joy

Work is done

Aching arms
A good feeling
When work is done

Heady days

Of all my many misadventures
The paths perhaps, I should not have walked
I regret not one
But all the same
I’m glad those heady days of my youth are done
And in my skin I can now be sure
This is where I belong

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