Like a Mirror

A clear alpine pond
A serene reflected moon
But what lurks beneath?

~ Some Days Are Loss

Some days are loss –
Deep suffering
Submerged in memory
A caracole of thought
Round and round and round
Of loved ones
Who inspired
Walked in honor, integrity
Now beyond the veil…

~ Seek, to Find

~ Seek to Find

Seeking to glean inspiring wisdom
Upon the ancients we all must call
Scribed in tablets, papyrus, conceptions
Alchemy, the philosopher’s stone recall

Rispetto: Bugs of Truth

Fireflies glow by night, dark
Little twinkles, replicating stars
Bring forth a truth naked, stark
To illuminate from lights sparse