Return

How quiet the night is
When the dogs
Stop barking
When the mind
Stops talking
Of the past
When what is not
Is not a thought
And what is
Is all we've got
Those who have come
Have all been welcome
Those who have not
May still come
Trust the feet
To take us home
Home is where
We finally return
However far or near it is.

Music

This is music that cannot die
With the turn of the seasons
So rooted that it smells of flowers
That can only grow here
Has rivers flowing through the year
Fed by rain that never stops for breath
The wind whispers, sighs and sings
The birds don't know what to do, join in
When all others tire, the kuyil keeps on
The crows build nests for both
The hills appear out of nowhere
With their tall trees searching for the sun
Through the mists that cannot decide
Whether to be smoke or cloud or hope
That cannot be kept away for long
Like laughter that laughs at itself
Knowing that only a little that time builds lasts
Such as this music that no time can mark.

 

World of wonder

With a grandchild in the arms
The world is full of wonder
It's like looking at a tree
Before it was named
Hearing a bird sing
With a fresh pair of ears

The dawn is new every day
The sky is full of surprises
It seems time has slowed down
To hurry is unnecessary
As one points and names
What flies, what stands and grows
What flutters from flower to flower
Even looks like a flower that flies
One is grateful to the little one
For this second resurrection.