Back in Boston

Back in Boston, my Guru spoke, saying,

forget about karma for a moment.

Build a shelter to keep vermin out,

nail mesh over windows,

so mosquitoes won't get in.

Don't leave crusts lying around

to invite roaches,

keep out bees with their sting,

snakes with their venom,

build a shelter within.

Like John Hancock, he signed large and bold, 

no need for King George to squint.

Good to be back in Boston, to be reminded 

once more in no uncertain terms.

Upon the Occasion of our 13th Anniversary

How can you miss

With 13 years of bliss?

I'd climb the Alps Swiss

To give you a kiss.

Thanks for

Love, protection,

Virility, kindness,

Wisdom, understanding

And down right every day magic.

Intrepid

Dusky eve in September, 

intent on his journey home, 

my squirrel traverses the top limbs -

dare-devil, flying from branch to branch.

Leaves atremble, my squirrel 

never falls, never contemplates 

splattering to the ground.

Sixty-four

For the one I adore

At sixty-four,

All I can say is

"More, more, more."

Endgame

To be able to say,

"I had a good life,

a wonderful journey,

thank you."

Takes the sting away,

disarms death,

an understanding that

it's been good.

Not all the hoohah,

but the understanding

that life is a gift,

each and every breath of it.

Each and every crumb of it,

dispensed so elegantly,

simple, yet unfathomable

while yet alive.

Psalm 98

The sea roared,

floods literally clapped their hands,

mountains sang for joy,

that's about the gist of it -

And what if......

goodness were just

a matter of feeling good

and kindness just

a matter of feeling happy?

I'd let you cut in front,

"Be my guest,"

I'd minister to a child,

bending down, lowering

my voice a notch or two.

The sea roared,

floods clapped their hands,

mountains sang for joy, and

goodness hovered o're

the face of the water.