Perspective

patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle

mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle

Perspective

spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance

a sand grain
amidst the
multitude

Direction

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past

a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

Orlando

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner

monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

Refuge

silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance

the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog

Peace

the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return

the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana

Secrets

I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet

alone
with my fetid
alter ego

Kismet

unkempt and homeless
in need of a shower and
a touch of kindness

pray that fate
doesn’t bring you
to my level

Scars

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one

self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

Risk

don’t gamble on me
there’s far too much at stake and
you don’t know the score

what you see
I choose
to show