comforting our steps
thru many lifetimes
to give birth
to this moment
a happiness beyond belief
but I
have always known
that Angel
to be You
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
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
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
rock together
beyond her maquillage
I listen
thru refrains of seasons
to her voices
an unfetter’d choir
ever-blending
ever-evolving
everlasting
I hope
at least
till my next call
its guests transmit’d
on a one-way ticket
to an unseen mystery
while failures of hi-tech
continue to enhance
the myth… or its veracity
when the rain from thy words
laps upon me
the scent of thy voice
strokes my imagination
with the spectrum of darkness
that be thy peerless shadow
and I am awash with Light
knowledge for one’s enjoyment
with laid-back wonder
boats anchor’d—
shores of point loma—
united landing at refurbish’d airport—
solar turbines—
star of india—
anthony’s—
pac star cruises
seaweed stretching from shallows
to surface and nursing rocks
bordering harbor drive—
a curious pigeon bobbing for scraps
too hot to be jogging
unless you’re a jogger
Tomorrow’s not soon enough
