Tuesday, July 28, 2009

...amore sciocco

I get by with a little bit of help.
Let it be,...
moments of truth,
amazing delicacies,
the warmth of sunshine,
the unmistakable smell of the bay,

every morning
I rise to,
every corner
I turn about,
every afternoon
I sail through,
every shell
I bend down for,
every dusk
I salute to,...
a soft angst lingers on.

I like to call it
some soft angst,...
zest for life.

After all,
wouldn't you say
is a flavor to savor.

Sunday, July 19, 2009




The only way to live is to love.

It just might drive you crazy.
At least, you will know the best kind of crazy.
Love well
you shall

Like perfecting a tree pose,
balancing your stance,
Taking a breath just deep enough
for the sake of standing still
in total peace with gentle strength.
Like of a tree pose,
balance is vital
in love and life.
May you be blessed with balance.

Thursday, July 9, 2009


-Oscar Wilde

You know,...
I have known a certain passerby
for as long as I can remember being an adult.
Maybe that doesn't make that one a passerby.
Still, I shall call that one a mere passerby.
Sometimes a passerby has a way
to one's heart.
Let it be a glance,
a smile,
the tip of a hat.
A passerby just does as one does.

That one works like the mystery of a mosaic.
Transparent yet muzzy...
Breakable but is not frail.
As hopeful as a dream,
yet, as fierce as a nightmare.

Years of lies masked with praises
and false glory may have left that one adamant
as a fire hydrant,
and then,
botched up that one's heart like a butcher
a carcass in a cold meat freezer
Still, there is a glimmer of beauty.
You know, the kind of beauty
you need to rub your eyes
in order to see.

Oh, yes,
stories to tell.
Stories to keep.
Stories to forget.
Stories to remember.
Some stories are gladly passed on
with pride like a torch of flame.
Some fade with the past
like a forgotten name.

Let this be a story
Of such a flame,
or perhaps,
A forgotten name

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


"Sometimes when you think you are waiting, you aren't waiting."

Every dawn the sun rises,
every night the sun sets.
Every dawn the sun greets,
every night the sun salutes.
Who ever is there?

The sun is always there,
coming and going...
always warming somewhere
with its luminous presence.

The question is
who remembers,
who realizes,
who embraces,
who looks up to greet and salute the sun.

We forget.
We slumber in our thoughts.
Life runs by us.
It is just easier to sink than to swim...
in consciousness.

Get it on.
The speed is on.
No one really knows it.
Do you get it?
It is going faster than we think.
We are always on the edge of the plank.

We are never waiting.