On the day of the Marathon bombing in Boston, MA

Like a silent invisible stream

flowing beneath the bare soil,

the river of LIFE impels, and

floods the vast eternal land

as my vision of it slowly swells

through the sands of time

through the sands of experience

through the sands of space

filling that inner and outer expanse.

Life is Life –it has to make sense

as a continuing tangible presence

without pretense—

against wild powers and furies

of run-lose fear and emotional flurries.

Life nurtures each of us in our daily bower

in spite of a fear of death

as it brings down a defeatist’s tower, 

and the calm of a rising crest, the breath,

leads you and I, and all —if we let –

to an all-permeating peace,

and I humbly bow!

April 15, 2013

To a far-off Friend

Sweet friend, allow me to say, 

Share, share, share, your muse and

Your precious thoughts, because

We do not live for ourselves alone:

Everything you say with that

Characteristic integrity and humility

Of words, thus naturally flows,

Touches my heart like the

Spring-tide of the season and

Its gentle rain that has merged

With the warmth of the sunlight . . .

I know, as it's coming from you

It’s all so true from the perspective 

Of you, loving the Truth of truths

More than you would

Like to assume or show.

Our hearts see that which is 

Invisible to the naked eye, and

WHY? Because hearts speak

And need no reasons

To echo the truth 

Of what so splendidly unites!

(April 13, 2013)