untitled

the universe
has things to say

and

she's
found an instrument
to help convey

on porches hung
and
in the trees

near open windows
to catch the breeze

wind and song
on brass and clay

wood and glass
swing and sway

threads of life
strands like veins,
piano wire
and
guitar strings

a rhapsody
a soliloquy
a breathing,
uninhibited
symphony

often ignored

it's
a voice
to be heard

close your eyes

be still.

you'll
understand
every

word.

in the trees

branches
reach
out
above
my
head
showing
me
their
painterly
ways.

black
strokes
and
canvas
sky

Chinese
calligraphy

i
meditate.

mesmerized

i
close
my
eyes

(it's
then
that
i
truly
see).

pieces
of
sky
left
behind

and

fragments
of
color
that
change
with
time.

like
stained
glass
in
a
cathedral,

with
no
roof
to
stand
between
us,

this
is
my
temple
it's
where
i
see
god,

buddha
krishna
mohammed
and
jesus.