Silence

Silence is a gift

For which we have so little time.

A shame--

We can scarcely comprehend

All it could tell us

If we would but listen.

Inner Wars Are Best Fought By Proxies

Toy soldiers,

Lined up in formation

In resplendent battle gear.

Peasats with pitchforks arrayed

On the other side.

Inner wars are best fought by proxies,

and I don't care who wins.

Burn Like a Billion Suns

We are like

Cigarettes

Flicked onto ice.

A feeble glow,

Barely enough to melt

A small pool underneath,

Extinguishing ourselves.

Burn like a billion suns...

Or don't bother.

Ashes

While asleep,

I caught a glimpse of You

And my heart

Became ashes.

Now what?

Inner Ear

This cigarette smoke

Is my incense;

This coffee, my sacramental wine.

Silence. No words are needed.

Listen with an ear

That opens when the

Other two are deaf.

Who can say

How long it lasts?

You Are a Message

You are a message,

Radiant and poignant,

Written by an invisible hand.

Put aside your books

And read yourself,

Illumined

By an inner light

That never fails.

The Key and the Lock

Pain

Is a question

Asked by the jailer

As he jangles his keys.

Will you allow your heart to open

Lest the lock grow

Hard from rust?

Set yourself free.

Break out of this self-created prison

and LIVE

While you still remember how.