Just Thinking

It's not only in the birds,

So listen and please behave,

There is something that will sing.

By such a close, close shave.

Let the white beam of light

Beat all the bumps and scars,

And from each dark corner

Sweep our jolts and jars. ... more

Pounds

Sail On

Sail on the golden way

For the wind is high,

Throughout the whole wide earth.

As the waves go lapping by.

Houses not made with hands!

The sparkling gold

(Is silence implying sound?)

Lights some boulders old.

Through the silence of ... more

Alone Not Lonely

I'm seeking a city that I may find,

My day holds a complication

I see the road and feel the breeze,

And find a fortunate situation.

The power over birch and pine,

It's don't do that or touch this

The disorder and shouting dies,

And won't spoil my ... more

The Night Has Eyes

In back of the bread is the flour,

and our living is attune.

In the back of the flour is the mill,

It is not a meager scrap.

I see the familiar mind as cold

charity, and it leaves all to soil the

heart.

The day has but one eye, and a long-

earred ... more

Heat

My feet are wandering way too far,

And I have to make a stand,

Aimless down a whittled path

With a railing hand.

The road may be a narrow street

Under the sun's reddish face,

As I sow the fair white seeds,

It presses close in a heated embrace.