5

just a humble poet

no longer with any grand design

modest visions and a common voice

simple verse without rhyme

hoping to paint with words

a simple picture

with only silent eloquence

and the tranquility

of an untouched

nature

a stream,

beside a shady tree

a dusty pathway through

a field of green

a broken cup

of common clay

baking beneath

the same bright sun

as yesterday

floats further and further away

and a dark forest of tall trees stand

at the edge of the distant horizon

and the deep ocean waves

just beyond

encompassing the entire earth

just beyond

the blueness of the still skies

without a cloud

without a sound

but the feint washing

and clapping of the waves

Buddha Babies: Seeking Reflections Along the Way

1989-90

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