Leisurely Journey

I’m on a leisurely journey
And not a single soothsayer could tell
the ideas I might encounter
or the memories invoked by smell

I’m on a leisurely journey
My footsteps fall in the woods

The branches sway in breezes gay
a-mong boles that formerly stood

I’m on a leisurely journey
and my course must now resume

A frantic head may be full of dread
but creation is my boon..

Mute Contemplation

The truth so clear
with words we shear
down to a barren crop

The facts arrayed
are bleak they say
Life surely comes to naught

In narrow pride
man does decide
the world, his mind can pin

The only fact
forsook with tact
the world, his mind is in

Approach therefore
the animate score
with laud, abreast each form

We may be taught
when every thought
is free from deadly scorn

So on this day
from life’s bouquet
shed not the merest quarks

The truth of a whole
is never so low
as to be the sum of its parts