End Song


There was a man
who thought about the past, that thought
His life was
Ending, future nonexistent,
and suddenly
he opened his eyes,
looked around
and realized
the wealth
that was about Him :
his friends,
his family, his health,
his loves,
and all
the many places
of his habitation
In others:
the souls,
that were
Mirrored in his soul,
And his soul that
was mirrored
in theirs,
and he realized:
this was good,
that in
this unity
itself there
was no other Existence;
that could be truer,
No greater longing
Than for this
And instantly
in the
he was
at peace,
in this place of

A Young Boy Had a Friend

A Young Boy Had a Friend

There was once a young boy


had a friend .

They laughed together
this friend and he
in flights of fantasy
and through rites of story
till finally
when the
day darkened
to sliver moonshine ,
the friend
descended down below
to that place
where the music
played  in subterranean beat
In those
Places where the work
was mostly done.
And that
young boy ,
he would learn
to live and to earn
as his friend did ,
to  have joy ,
to be tough
and determined
when he had to ,
but most
of all to be mindful
And always
to remember
those who were
and would be
his friends .