Longing
Longing for belonging
Belonging
In the longing for longing
Belonging
Belonging without longing
Longing
To hide away from belonging
Longing
Longing
Longing
Oh longing for belonging
Longing
Longing
Longing
Oh belonging with the longing
Longing to belong
Belonging to long
Oh belonging
Oh longing
There is a purple olive
As if there had been purple rain
There is a new branch on the tree
As if youth walks this way again
There is a twist to the trunk
As if the dancers twist their manes
There is a death sign to the floor
As if the old age leaves its stains
There are monks in robes
As if Matins is about to begin
Actually they are guests of the spa
Here to thermally detox their sin
The water falls as water falls
Towards the emptiness of Zen
The breeze dies as breezes die
Before the asking of why, or when
The corner of dry leaves lay quiet
Left alone to find their own peace
The sliding doors open silently
Yet to exit, is no certainty of release
I don’t make memories anymore
It is a way to forget
That I still have scar tissue
I don’t take sorrows from the store
As if a no to the regret
That I still have a life issue
When the helplessness of hope
Is, or is no longer, within me
Then I must go there within me
When the joyfulness of joy
Becomes alone, or absent within me
I know I must search deeper within me
When the playfulness of play
Has arrived at, or left, that place within me
Then I too must return to be there, within me
I don’t make arguments anymore
It is a way to stay calm
To reinvigorate the tissue
I don’t take, or borrow, from the core
As if a no to an endless psalm
You see I still have a desire for issue
Off you go
Here I stay
As of before
As of today
On your own
To browse, to buy
Love of gift
As God walks by
God walks by
Off his impressive boat
His stance is pied
His manner aloof, afloat
The bus, as we are on
Goes this way, then that
A two-stage marathon
In a beach-boy hat
All that we see
Is that the drizzle is fine
All that is free
Is there, beyond the no-entry sign
Clouds
Breeze
Broken bracelet
Year
On year
After rebuilding
Nothing is
As
Nothing ever was
No Americano
No cigarette
No shadows of life
Mother
With daughter
With granddaughter
Hand in hand
Arm
In arm
