Private Inner

some seek acclaim outside themselves

others

seek understanding inside

neither is better than the other

as ultimately we die at the end 

but one nurtures, while the other depletes

There is a Sadness Within

we are separated by experience

bound by experience

confused by life

made clear by life

lost and found

there is a sadness within

The Vase

the vase looked dynamic on the table

half cast in shadow

its pattern seemed like waves on the sea

or the raked sand in a Zen garden

I felt I could step in

and paddle in its waters 

Spiraling

spiraling out of control

the robin hits branches, one, two, three

lands on a soft mound of yellowed tufty grass

hides till the hawk stops circling

Grateful for Grace

A heart repaired

glowing clean and fresh

grace becomes you

and you have become grace

Fate

the worm wriggles up from the soil

the blackbird is on the prowl

Fate sits on his indifferent cloud

and awaits the result

Zen and...

the psychology of the people

crazy travelling monk

the present doesn't hang about

pass forth into the unknown

into intuition of Reality

a profession of peace

the solitary anger

desires to make a choice

to pass the stringless crisis

and no fish do sing