Some Short Poems

IN FRONT OF THE LIBRARY

In front of the library,

the willow leaves fall still.

No more whispers.

My heart speaks:

“There is nothing more—

nothing beyond

that which dissolves into the silence

and stays forever,

vast and full,

joyous and loving.”

THE WREN

Envious of the wren,

singing on, in bliss—

whatever song it pleases,

no matter who listens,

thinking nothing of it.

TO NOT KNOW

To not know

is not a failure.

It is how the flower grows,

how a child wanders at everything.

The sky reveals

the great mystery,

one we need not name.

It is not for us to know.

We might instead bow

to the quiet beauty of it all.

CHASING LOVE

Chasing love

is like a dog chasing its tail—

unnecessary.

It is already part of you.

UNDER THE NOISE

I do not need to reach.

The truth is not far.

It is here under the noise,

beneath the striving.

WEATHER

Judgment.

Control.

Feelings are only weather.

We are sky,

watching it all pass.