All Is Given

          all
       is given
fully contained within
      each time
      we touch
    and become
         all
   of everything

Teasing The Line

most days

they circle and pass

gliding by proud and aloof

without a second glance

at the lure

dangling on the

end of the line

other days

they nibble 

at the bait

and I reel them in

wondering what's

on the end of the line

that eagerly went out

but reluctantly came in

a jiggle tug and wiggle

might catch their glazed eye

as I stare at what 

I thought was there

now gone

leaving but a ripple

and a line

angling for a rhyme

Essence of Silence

to see
is to
know

to listen
is to
sense

the essence
of
silence

It Falls Away

it falls away

on timorous edge of touch

sifted between splayed fingers

like tears streaming down opaque casements

stained with memory’s poignant regrets

chanting laments in the place

where dreams founder and die

in resignation reconciliation and contrition

it falls away

dropped with a click

into the incremental notch of

transient temporal sequence

without loss or gain

return or reprieve

and no claims made

against what was left 

nor to remain as it was

when Adonis rode bare and free

forever vibrant lithe and fair

racing lazy summer suns

in moments perpetually new

rolled into the inertial coil of

roiling tides breaking

on rocky shoals

tracing memories 

laced on feathery edges

of swirling tidal pools

erasing sketches etched

into silt and sand

awash in azure blue

autumnal melancholy hue

fading into waning seasons

sounding in successive flourishes 

of an unfinished finale

it all falls away

tissue blood and bone

returned to ash and stone

resting in eternal silence

staking no claim

against loss or gain

of what is no more

     *****

we come to know

who we are

what we have become

and not to be

the last wave breaking ashore

washing aside what will not abide

the moment we know

in the way it is to go

as we are

the sum of what 

we have become

but one among

those who came and went

in their time

and fell away

.....With Age.....

with age
comes regret
not for
what one
has done
but for
what one
cannot do
save for
reflection which
is its
own reward

The Circle

                                                                          the

                                                              time                 line

                                                       their                              forms

                                                   through                                        a 

                                                alone                                             circle

                                            passed                                                       as

                                         who                                                                the

                                        all                                                                cincture

                                     binding                                                           tightens

                                     endured                                                           pulling

                                      who                                                                 those

                                        those                                                            who

                                            of                                                      remain

                                               dreams                                             in

                                                   gathers                                     to

                                                       memory                         the

                                                           collective            center

                                                                          where

                                                                                       

                                                                                    

Taste and See

sit....

   look

      witness small miracles

dancing at the end 

    of the master’s hand

take....

       eat 

taste and savor

      juice from fruits

   of the season

sing....

   dance with joy 

      to the sound that 

echoes in still wind

listen....

   learn 

hear the rhythm 

     of your name 

playing in echoes 

        through distant valleys

come....

     touch 

feel the tissue 

      of new grass

   turning brown to green

be....

    alive and aware 

of the curve time assumes

in subtle turn 

         of the hour

    

learn....

    know and be one 

within and among

         all unfolding before you