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I wrote this as an old man whose soul, forever young that it is, can still drink of the happy parts of his childhood.
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In our mundane, materialistic, skeptical society we may be suffering from the illusion that there is nothing more to life and the universe than what o..
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A brief, personal allegory on depression
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When you have long loved someone, you cannot help but think what it would be like to be separated by death. Such thoughts are not morbid but only thos..
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We are left clues everywhere--the purring of the eternal made by aboundless ocean as it laps the shore,the winds as they kiss cheek andlift the game h..
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For those who love the transcendent magic of music....
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I actually wrote this poem in the late 70's after I returned from teaching in Cambodia; though a civilian I saw something of the terrible devastation ..
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Sometimes I forget eternityas I go about my life asthough-- this is all:live, die, and be no more.I've known THAT is the illusion since my twenties wh..
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You think it a lie, seeing thatold man in the mirror--someimposter taking your name,living in your house, callingout to your wife as thoughhe had marr..
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To my unmet friend:You see the mortal worldand for you man is machine,little more than a device for the vagaries of evolution,faith is illusion, hope ..
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