a world

a world of kindness
that we need
success is measured
by compassion,
not by greed.

if by light

if by light,
lush...
by darkness never
crushed.

the still of red flower

the still of red flower
leaves crisp
and dancing.
a wall of brick
colors,
festoon
for last
moments.

of moments

of moments that linger
long past their prime
of moments to replace
those who have
already stolen
too much time.
of moments that
wonder why
they are still here.
oh so human
our blunders.
and often
too near.

i have seen the flower

i have seen the flower
that is your soul.
hidden in the forest
of defenses
you used
to call home.

when blessed

when blessed we are
to realize
the joy and beauty
that graces our eyes
the eyes within
the heart,
that perceive,
what emanates
as real
and are
never
deceived,

complexi-ties

behind the complexities,
by man, created,
a magnificence of
simplicity,
divine in origin.