As a youth I roamed;
a wandering monk... emptiness immune to loneliness.
Sometimes I long again for that freedom,
but I cannot now leave my love.

Flowers turn
to meet the morning sun.
This is my religion.

People's world is too busy for a man like me.
I’m more accustomed to the rhythm
of the old oak tree.

My heart is broken,
love spilt all over the place.
I want to gather some up for you,
will you hold out your hands?

I am heavens fool
I go the way I will.

Great is the gain, deep the loss
- and somewhere in the middle is my treasure.

With heaven behind me
am I really so foolish?

Wretched Gautama,
you warned me of this

nothing!

Your sleeping breath on my skin
and then my eyes mirrored in yours.

These few words can only point to the love I feel
waking with you this morning.

With an old net and lazy throw
I caught nothing!”

Like snow outside my window
words fall to paper.

Sun has fallen
the night is warm
Shining together
we enjoy the stars.

Clouds mirrored in the canal
one light
two reflections.

A butcher chops
and birds chatter
I waited all my life for this.

Why wait?
a breath
a day of sunshine
and this life is gone.

Chasing always after the next thing
we miss the real life.
In the quiet glow of this moment
all is forever well

Sometimes sun, sometimes rain
Wind blows in the rushes
and I am so happy.

Dust in the wind;
tomorrow's dreams
- gone.

In the heart of things
life is simple,
but not always easy.

You wish me to be happy...
please know that I am
hopelessly so!

This life is a beautiful dream
I do not need much
my joy is the shape of the moment.

Success and ambition
dreams within dreams -
awake! All is here now.

In my heart
I touch all that is real.
Gratitude to you.

Putting a shell to my ear
I listen to the ocean.
Activity becomes no mind
no mind becomes activity.

It is as I say it is, until it isn’t.
And so my life passes
like a dream of clouds in the sky.