They knew
but would not share
fearful you would be
a competitor and leave them bare

Early morning light
beaming on wet dew in field
flight of early birds

None seems to have written
on what I consider as semi-religion
a follower of Universal Kindness I am-
call me then a semi -religious person

Lonely house on hill
      closed windows the whole year round
      mystery surrounds

Knowing less
is preferable to more:
it narrows one's interest
and richer does score

Happiness?
It's sufficient
if you don't live
in unhappiness

Excitement
is not a vital element
of good living-
it's an ephemeral thing

No, I was not born lazy
it's that sometimes
I choose such to be

It's much flawed-

human nature:

much is rot

little is the treasure

I'm a moralistic writer
not a philosopher

Love is not all:
it's part of life's
broad fabric
and must find meaning
in the overall

Life is too short-
I've no time for regret

Don't allow your best words be kept until your death

Don't argue with the cold, put on more clothes

The most inexpressible does contain the best diamonds

The greatest suffering is the greatest teacher

Don't think tomorrow will repeat today

Don't have too many dreams

Do not judge anyone

Am I real?

Be still

Observe

You, me and them
surely one of us
will stir up the storm

It's never too late:
I can wait

The wise man
  doesn't think
  he knows enough

There's a limit
to everything:
we can conclude:
love, included

Life is either
this or that:
thus,:it makes us
either happy or sad

Don't say
     you love me yet
     me you hardly know
      and would later regret

      watch and study me
      in every facet
     my warts and all
     where my goals are set

      love should not be
     the subject of haste
     abide by your time
     in patience, diligently wait

We are each
an author of our life
our story differs
from others
but the same goal
we aim to achieve-
ourselves and others
to understand and reach
and thus our life
to fulfil and enrich

Near or faraway
    it matters not to me:
    I decide, I choose, I venture
    I dare-- I'm always an agent free-

   every life bears  its dignity
  and tells its own story
  each in its uniqueness and honesty
  coloured with beauty and poignancy

Bruised
     but not broken:
     the spirit of man
     lives on

     bleeding
    and wounded
    despite the pain
    not giving in--unafraid

  in  worst tribulations
tested
not bowing out
made stronger instead

never broken
ever standing tall
the Man Insuperable
who conquers all!

If I can't write
clearly and simply
every reader is entitled
to mock and shun me

It's because

of today

that I have

my say:


I'll stay

I'll not walk away!

We can't be completely sure
   some element of doubt we must endure

We are all scattered beings
hither and thither blown
by the mindless winds of life
like leaves into the air carelessly thrown

from the beaten shaken tree
as though we were born
into sighs, groans and moans
each in suffering,  bereft and alone

before us is the road unending
there's no way of turning home:
we are scattered and neglected
and what we were--we now no longer own.

The smile of the old person
    from that of the young does widely differ
    it hides an element of sadness
    which words can't properly utter-

    youth is too proud and too sure
    and knows not yet what it is to suffer
    the Via Dolorosa it hasn't experienced
    it has miles upon miles wisdom to discover

Life is not
     what you think:
     it's a mystery
     beyond reasoning

     wise are they indeed
     who live without questioning
     all energies applied passionately
     in loving, working, creating and sharing

We are drifters in time
carried by its ceaseless tide
which direction it will take
we can't ever decide

so few indeed will say:
' pleasant is the ride':
  the voyage will be rough
  and restless, full of fear and plight

If love
weren't freedom
would it have
any worth?

Silence
is wordless excellence

I have no religion but I pray in my own silent way

Don't praise me
you didn't see me fall:
if there you were
such words
you wouldn't have said
at all-

you're an outsider
and much of me
you don't really know

praise me not
look elsewhere
it's more worthwhile there

myself
I search
and examine
and see only
my many faults

Life has a large element
of fiction
( in various forms)
which into rich literature
I convert
in my imagination

This we can't escape:
the nexus
between us
and the others-
we are interwoven
and intertwined
in the common thread
which can't be detached
but only in our death

thus
in the interregnum
each has their role
to be played
whether
in congruence
or dissonance

yet
an open mind
I'll have
in humility
charity
goodwill
and tolerance
such that
no discord
between us
will emerge

then
the nexus
will bear
fruitful meaning
and we
in oneness
can together
our common humanity
joyfully
celebrate

A good sleep
is a prayer
answered

You hated me
that much
and thus
by the end
you'd have
nothing left
to call your own
and you'll be
sadly
morally dead

If you remember me
you'll be unhappy
if you forget
you'll be set free!

I'm glad--truly
that you've stood up
against me-- it's courage
grit and personal integrity

It's very hard
to convince
a stubborn person:
such will never stand to reason

When numbers grow
problems there will be more-
if I'm myself all alone
how can I quarrel with some 'whom'?