Liquid Moon,
You do not
Have to
Behave tonight
We are alone
Between this
Heaven and earth
Let these golden wings
Of love, take their maiden flight
Moon, are we alone

Drenched from the pouring rain,
The young Cambodian girl
Wiped her face and
Held up her rice basket
Toward the hidden stars
She wondered which way
The wind would blow
Her dreams are hidden
In the forbidden rice field

You are my glass
of vintage wine
and your sweetness
quenches my thirst


You are my sustenance
the daily bread that
feeds my heart, mind,
and soul


You are my illumination
radiant and burning bright,
the enlightenment
that attracts me

No more can be said
now and forever
You are my sweetness,
my light, my daily bread

the wind
and
the wheat
so
full of grace
to
receive sustenance
from Him
then
he
is my portion

Blue rose
Let love
Trickle down
Through your
Thirsty heart

Death is
A loaded
Gun with
A whiskey
Smile

There, just behind
The thick branches,
Are aspens, in the woods,
chatting with
The oaks and the pines