I wish I could show you,
The sparkle in your eyes.
The same one you're afraid
people won't regard.
as they close their eyes in the rare moments
when you show it just a little
But I wish I could tell you,
it's not because they despise it
but the sparkle in your eyes!?
Its Blindingly Bright

I yearn that all souls, anywhere found,
Are truly at ease, on solid ground,
Their spirits serene, in comfort embraced,
No torment to bear, no longing misplaced.
May hearts hold intentions both honest and true,
With gentle words spoken, and kind deeds they do.
I wish every being finds vigour and might,
Achieves their ambitions, bathed in pure light,
Discovers the purpose their journey unfurls,
With stillness within, in their own quiet worlds.
May affection swirls where their feelings reside,
And wisdom illuminate all deep inside.
I hope every person, as deeply as I,
May know this liberation, beneath the same sky

the bar was dark cave.

Dixie sang a song
and I pretended
she was singing to me.

two amateur fights,
2 black eyes
and a broken nose.

(and i couldn't get the silly grin off my face.)

"there is something beautiful
about the fall

to the canvass," I tell her,
"the sweet dreams only of you."

Dixie shook her head,
"why do you fight
when all you do is lose?"

"if you don't fight
you've already lost."

Dixie said I was crazy
and i scared her.

"but Dixie
you are my only friend.
we'll pull the stars down from the sky,
set the wicked night on fire."

Dixie tried hard not to,
but she smiles.

and there is something graceful
about the fall, golden leaves. the brevity
and the cooling air

and the nights we had by the lake.

a silent embrace...her warmth lingers against me,
a quiet tenderness beyond touch
and all we knew was a timeless "now."

The burning brands . . .
plucked from the ashes of the fire
Are the castaways
The fragments of lives
The unworthy
The heedless . . .
are priceless to the great lover of empty souls