When so many of my beliefs died
Did anybody mourn their passing?
There were no condolences; no warm compassionate hug
Were they worthy of only an indifferent shrug?
Why then am I programmed to grieve
The decay of mortal flesh and bone?
What belief is that
Which brings me back to your graveyard stone?
And what will happen
When that belief too shall pass away?
Will I mourn your death
Or shrug it away?
These are my conversations with silence. These are my encounters with beauty and wonder. These are my invocations of the highest in the human condition. These are my commentaries on living. This is the poetry in the prose of my everyday. These are the sacred offshoots of the mundane. Flashes of inspiration that occur in the here and the now… And underlying all of this is a quest for wisdom beyond the known.
Wit. Wisdom. Wonder... 