Simple Gifts

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free,

'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,

And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain'd,

To bow and to bend we will not be asham'd,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning we come round right.

lyrics by Yo‐Yo Ma

Old Interpretations

It becomes a blessing to pry loose a certainty

suggestive of old interpretations…

Entering The Eye

Transitioning interpretations

in line with a vision.

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A Walk

Turning towards its pitch,

an unknown chord

sounding not like the 

well-known charitable six,

accompanied the air –

the rise, the fall of it

sounding like silence, or

like a butterfly in flight.

Today as I walked…

To Parse It Down

the chaos of the poem

the stuff of the world

the matter of the mind.

let us examine a lovely butterfly. in its great window, warm as a bird, so present this Spring. so intricate their wings moving in a lovely sitting-place. through the drifting evening sky the naked stars and a moon full of poems still are white and warm beside your body breaking into life. i imagine the victory cry at the cross – eyes erect and huge, bright beside each other – almost the colour of jade beside a candelabra, unable to forget how beautifully lost on certain incredible nights is the day and all the crayoned flowers in the wilderness of a new constellation glowing with the news of the…

Patient With Time