All these trees are like the columns
of ancient cathedrals pierced by light
And the loam is rich deep carpet
making each step soft and right.

The singing brook is a refrain
of music found in just this place
where I often go to brood
when doubts assail my lined face.

Nature always brings me peace
without need of a congregation
is this quietude religion
or just rampant imagination?

River of benevolence......
I compare one’s whole life...
to a River
as it emanates as forest dew drops......
then enlarges to bigger ones...
and
falls as a waterfall...
and
with the kinetic energy gained
and
with the momentum
gushes forth at break neck speed...
then meanders....
cuts corners...
erodes...
strikes boulders
and
gradually slows down...
till at the estuary
it splits into tributaries...
tired as it merges
back into the sea or ocean...

it helps to remember
that someone
with a different language
is still speaking
the same words

that "tree"
and "friend"
and "God"

still mean
life

from the earth
from a fellow human
from a power
way beyond us

kids of every race
have teddy bears
and tooth brushes

adults, the jobs
they must go to
the hard decisions
they must make

like how to deal
with monstrosity
without becoming
a monster

Hummingbird speak,
How fast are your wings?
What is your name?
This one met me face to face.

This one looked me in the eyes,
I asked again with a smile,
How fast are your wings?
What is your name?

I wish to take your pic,
create nature vid
This one stayed and played
Hummingbird speak..

Like hot coals on my feet I felt the desert sand As I walked barefoot I put my sandals on my feet My throat was parched with thirst I took a drink of water from the keg I had brought along My back pack felt heavy in my hands As I put it on my back strength I did not lack Not far to go soon see the tents arranged row by row With a hot meal and stories that appeal

Prudent do not need retractions
Focused shun all irrelevance
Wise review and revise actions
Pragmatic strive for a balance

Bold do right heedless of pressure
Good have a moral foundation
Humble not obsessed by power
True walk the talk with clear vision

They say
Very High BP
and say
no liquour
no sodium
no smoking
just drink plain glasses of water
and
walk
eat plenty of fruits
reduce your weight
the girth for men
must be lesser than x inches
and
for women y inches

else order a wheel chair
reserve a berth in a hospital
better take precautions
than wait for a solution

well end up now
it's no time for frustration

my heart
needs a translator

besides my tired face
my ponderous body

my timid, stuttering speech
my sheepish grin

I am very often
silent
but on the inside

I am an unironic
thank you note

sung
full blown
to the maker of stars
the constructor of sentences
canorous and keen

explaining poverty
and riches
according to truest love
and vilest greed

the perfection of an apple

as well as the whole story
of Adam and Eve

I will never forget
The day you were born
It was Valentines Day
Four in the morn

I held you in my arms
For the very first time
And you were so special
I called you my little Valentine

I embrace you're fragile
Tiny fingertips
Then kiss them with
The softness of my lips

I then gently touched
You’re cute tiny nose
Then counted every one
Little fingers and toes

I still smell the scent
of your soft skin
and hear the sighs
of your every whim

I never saw the thorns
that morning we returned from Chicago
and we loaded all our bags
into the mini van
with the busted window
in a light drizzle
under overcast skies,
like the rain had chased our train
the entire 300 miles home.

I never saw the thorns
and I never saw the fruit
that dangled right in front of you
that dangled there in my face,
and you were off.

The serpent came back
into our home that night;
that old dragon,
like he had done before.