I feel much better
After I had my after noon nap...
You may have to squint,
Better be pretty hell-bent...
Seeker:
Master, teach me you...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
Honestly,
I don't want...
Mystical wonders
nature does produce...
In the quiet moments, I find my heart,
Whispers of worries as shadows depart...
They would not let God
into His own house...
You are so fine—
the universe holds its breath...