Haiku

The great city knows

Not of morning mists that pool

In dew-soaked meadows.

 

Heart's Yearning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Freedom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Eighteen

Eighteen democratic governments, I heard today,

In the Americas alone,

Have been covertly opposed by the CIA.

 

“We have to stop this madness,” said the man

In the radio.

 

I was posting to the General Ledger at the time.

I had to stop.

 

You know,

At any given moment I can see the world’s pain

In the scenes that then surround me. But,

There’s danger in thinking and feeling and knowing.

I fill my mind instead with people’s

Postal codes: K7H 3N6

 

My dad says it’s always been like this -

The world.

 

I feel like every time’s the first time

When I stop and

Look at it.

 

Soft Now Gently Stirs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Love - Feel it in Your Heart













Yesterday

I was standing in a light,

Strange

Still beyond all stillness

No change beyond the All that is all-changing

 

So being in that whole-self-standing

Light begets light and the darkness loves

Beyond all reason