I walked on a path through the jungle

I walked on a path through the jungleWhich an elephant had made,And about me lay a tangle of wilderness.The voice of desolation fills the distant plain.And the city is noisy with the bells of a tall temple.Beyond the jungle are the great mountains,Calm and clear.In...

When we are weak

When we are weak, we arestrong. When our eyes closeon the world, then somewherewithin us the bushburns. When we are poorand aware of the inadequacyof our table, it is to thatuninvited the guest comes

Coming to know You

Coming to know YouIs like beingDismantled from the insideOne tenacious fibreAt a timeSlowly a space opensThen a chamberThen the skyInto whichFlocks of dovesAre constantly being released.

Love is Here

Love is here; it is the blood in my veins, my skin.I am destroyed; He has filled me with Passion.His fire has flooded the nerves of my body.Who am I? Just my name; the rest is Him.

For All

Ah to be aliveon a mid-September mornfording a streambarefoot, pants rolled up,holding boots, pack on,sunshine, ice in the shallows,northern rockies.Rustle and shimmer of icy creek watersstones turn underfoot, small and hard as toescold nose drippingsinging...