Poem # 7

Presence means more than presents.

Presence is the essence,

Presents are no more than an illusion.

Sometimes even a nuisance,

You may not use it, nor know where to store it.

Poem # 5

Again, tonight, there is nobody to hug to sleep,

When I was young, there wasn't a choice.

But as I grew, it became a choice.

I do not yearn for what I know is not.

Poem # 6

The sun will bring more than you think it brings,

Just like the moon.

The night is warming in different ways than the day.

It brings everything together, it slows you down.

Poem # 4

Once I wanted to travel the world,

To see the pryamids, walls, and people.

But as I grew, I wanted to tear down the walls I’ve built in me.

Once I wanted to hear every song,

Poem # 3

Caught up as we are in our daily lives,

We have no effort to see afar, to see within.

Only by seeing afar, and seeing within,

At the point where they meet,

Poem # 1

The mind

As the mind runs through the past,

The future is not far behind.

A breeze, a scent, a sound, a sight can bring memories,

And memories can create a smile, a kindness and courage.

Poem # 2

Stranger is Danger

To be a stranger to oneself is a great danger.

To find stimulation without end offers no revelations that we seek.

Time passes, and we are still the same.