A seed of light sits fertile in his heart   It's life cycle nano-seconds long

Filled up with her own countenance appearances were all that mattered   Always and ever, though is a long time   Eventually, she sprang a leak and let go of impressing people   Her emptiness was full of possiblities   The prospect of inner peace a promise kept

I fell upon a sign one day after much prayer meditation and contemplation   In the middle of the path I'd just made before where it had not been   And, so it was clear in meaning and purpose ------------------------------------ My heart is grateful for clear...

On tippie-toe daintily trudging   Through little mounds of wooly thyme   The nose is delighted fresh, shaving cream fresh   Aromatic bouquet wafts and wages peace on the troubled senses

There was this sleeping rhinoceros   In the middle of the path twitching in dream ------------------------------------ I'd heard of letting sleeping dogs lie   So, I turned back and found a different way...

Little rooster thought he was big stuff   When he crowed awake the world, his feathers fluffed and jiggly   Thing is, he really was big stuff then and when he was pecking around in the mud for his sustenance

With a slap and a dash and a permanent smile in his cheeks   He danced his accordian in his arms with happy fingers   And crooned love songs to the Universe   Ah! What a happy camper!

Nurturing myself and being kind to me   Is the most altruistic service I can do for the world

Time is a contagious illusion gone viral a blink ago at dawn   We harness the beast with threads woven from gossamer   When you manage a ride-- good job!   It is a magician's feat...