relaxing breather
no cares about a spyglass
panning for a mark
Cervine Break
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Lucky Me
to be me
Then…
again
how awesome
for even
one grant’d wish
to
the pleasure
the pliancy
the plainness
of Youth
rush runging
the ladder
to seize Hereafter
to
the laggard
the lapse
the languidness
of Eldership
but
for the Life
that I Love—
for the Love
of my Life—
I’ll keep Today’s harvest
Reverie
into the wind
be sown
thoughts
their fruits
never reaching
full richness
that eyes alone
might savor a sight
without rendering
any meaning
Our Blessings Counted
like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy
arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
to solitary retreats
‘tis our love’s fault
Subway Siesta
eyes in the clouds
chin on my chest
shoulders rocking side to side
from along straightaways
against curves
so many screeches
so many clackety-clacks
so many loudspeaker voices
years of underground reverie
of subconsciousness
always awakening me
on time
at my destination
Offerings
more than decor
commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release
to better Rebirth
to aspire
drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion
to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence
Windows
congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries
perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time
or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us
at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth
about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand
Kloof Nek to Hout Bay
two meandering souls
a quiet sail
a breeze with eyes focus’d
straight ahead
destin’d to collide
into each other’s arms
a swim to enjoy
in anxious waters
or maybe to chase a lost ball
emblazon’d with the portrait
of a child kyodo
while dreams the steersman
of a cosmic night
with Twelve apostles
in his wake
loujen haxm'Yor 