selling your soul…

an enterprising
young antique dealer
arbitrarily
decided
to stop
and
visit several folks
in
aunt bea’s
neighborhood
he was
talking
at
aunt bea
when
i arrived
he
said
you realize
that
all the things
you’ve cherished
these
many years
will
just be
boxed up
and
sold
so
why not
reap
the benefits
of
these treasures
while
you’re still here
aunt bea
politely
smiled
and
said
hon
that’s
just
what
i’m doing

untold treasures…

untold treasures

when a warring tribe
stole the bone inlaid
village treasure box
bapa dola
instructed his students
to construct a new one
when they asked why
given that the treasures
were all gone
he said
each person in the village
has known for many years
that the box was empty
it held only their faith
in tomorrow’s fortune
with
the size of their
personal treasure
according
to that faith

seek and ye shall find…

seek and ye shall find

aunt bea
said
i watched
a man yesterday
lord
was he in a hurry
to get into the post office
but
his granddaughter
surely no more than
two years old
was more interested
in picking up stones
she stopped
every few steps
to admire
her new-found treasures
grandpa
was not pleased
his schedule
was being delayed
but she
continued her quest
that made me realize
no one should ever let
daily routines
restrict
the search
for life’s
true treasures

calling to your closed window…

calling to your closed window

come
take my hand
and
walk with me
feel
the night’s breath
and
the complete embrace
of stars
oh
and
the sweet kiss
of spring’s mist
upon our lips
you
can hold
all of the night’s treasures
without strain
do not
delay
come
walk with me