My Bootless Cries


I continue to existPolluting this earthPolluting my soulI do not want to existI say to whoever is listeningMaybe I am…

Dull Must Be My Soul


Dull must be my soul Numb must be my being I am not moved much By yonder trees leafing By…

These Doubts, These Dreams


Caught is this body-mindIn this ineluctable unfoldingOf this world dramaOn this fabric of space-timeWoven by That Beyond,That is also Here-Now,For…