my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
Over the avenue of discord
I have seen the fall of mankind
And the unproductiveness
Of life’s degeneration
And upon realizing this
A descision has been made
To safeguard against further damage
Carrying forward a decree
That will see a return to order
Within chaos their is change
And were their is change
Fortune occurs making this a chance encounter
To reestablish the beginning of said decision
spirit remain here
heaven can wait
time will tell
bereft of hate
memories fade
but the past remains
the present moment
is the futures reckoning
close the door
to the present
fend off the past
I fear the foreshadowing
remembering those
who fell behind
they died in my mind
their they shall remain
till the time comes
to be reunited again
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
falling starlight, here
beneath a clear moon skyline.
nightly dreams take me,
to distant lands of longing
rest upon floating islands
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis