Pilgrim
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My Life
I choose each grain of sand
Pick it for colour, texture, luster
And place it carefully in the Mandala
I know them as my work, my family, my artAnd in the end it will be tipped into the s…
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Morning Meditation
My self is a twig
On the river of the soul
Returning to the ocean of god
From whence it came -
The Log Splitter
You could see him grimace every now and again as he worked. In the afternoons he worked alone.
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New Born
The shadows of sorrow deepen
The minor miseries and great
Unfold, slightly unexpected
And the great mystery is not this
But that somehow the weary eyes
See through it all (in general)
To … -
I Measure My Life
I measure my life by the days on the calendar
I measure my life by the years since 1960
I measure my life by the esteem of my colleagues
By the wealth which I hold
By the love of my childre… -
Peter and the Tree
Heavy rains finally broke the drought
A large eucalypt, perhaps 5 feet across, came down
Falling across a fence, it needed to be cleared away -
I Shot a Wombat
He sat still, willing the end
A single shot (I am pleased I had practiced) -
Syria
This is a story that can only start in the middle because it has no beginning or end.
Damascus 1988 or thereabouts, that is the middle. Two prior years in Cairo had initiated the change and …
