Be silent to say a thing, And listen to explain it. An audience deaf to silence Requires mutes to train it.
Two halves of a freshly baked bun Sandwiching your #moment patty. Savor it, my friend.
Dawntime in the fall: When beauty spies you Admiring its bare, silent splendor, It whispers, “And you thought you knew me.”
Wisdom is the father of intelligence: Indulges and disciplines child Till it rebels and runs away Leaving him without a say.
You can help By keeping out of the way, But vanity is to stand out While doing so, Like a pinky tilted up At afternoon…
The clouds of tomorrow Float on the winds of today To rain on the thirsty hills Of yesterday.
We see with open eyes The mess our hands devise. We close our eyes to see What we would like the world to be. See…
Like words that must be spoken, Forces, awoken, Hearts and wind, broken, A joke, however dry, Must make mindfall.
There are times when the intellect must be unsheathed And times when its gem-studded scabbard suffices to slay the darkness.
Autumn and winter: Annual reminders of death, Parting a life of summertime toil From a Life of springtime recreation.