The Parable

The Parable

In just a matter of moments 

The sunlight ascended right up the mountain 

It was nothing at all

It took no time at all

There’s a lesson in there 

For me and for you

In those things that seem impossible to do 

The light has already been there

To create an incredible view

Time to enjoy it....

Movement in Pi

Movement in Pi (π)

It is a poet’s most dreaded moment

When there is nothing to write

The entire world within is dead

Which makes all things without the same

Even though the sun shines brightly

Even though the grass is being mowed

Even as the wasps and bees swirl around the window panes

And the ceiling fan just quietly keeps going around

I am much more like that fan right now

Though I don’t think dead things go in circles

So maybe there is a hope after all

Just the fact there is a movement in pi (π)

Is enough to bring a spark of life

So once again I see the plan

That even in the midst of the dreaded death

There is nothing to write, but there is nothing but life

I just love the Circle

Slug Trail

Slug Trail

I was walking along today

Quite consumed with myself

My needs, my wants, my lists

As I stepped along

Almost oblivious to all

I saw a shining random chaos

Atop the beige-white sidewalks

Serpentine, candescent

Reflecting the sunlight from above

In no inapparent apparition

This glowing wandered everywhere

Fantastic

Otherworldly

Unending, eternal

Beautiful

As I got outside of my little world

And entered the reality of this one around me

I realized the snails had been out for a walk

They, instead of being so self-consumed,

They left a little of themselves behind

A little of themselves to be a marvel

Or to simply be stepped over, ignored

Yet either way

Still, in the process 

They created a wonder

And so can you and I