The Sounds of Springtime

The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime

In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen

A Purpose to Be Earned

You keep searching for the answers But the answers aren't enough What good is searching for the answers When the questions never stop? There is something in the silence The moments in between The words that leave out of your mouth And the visions to be seen. What if what you're really seeking Isn't answers … Continue reading A Purpose to Be Earned