
Amid cacophony
of the vicious
Kind people
strive for joy
Sifting grime
patience in silver—
Knowledge knows
Beauty glows
Wisdom grows

On awakening
all answers
clarify
loose grip
those things you hold so fast
for they are things
just like you
wanting to
be
dizzy free.
The loudest voices
those we hear most clear
while whispered words
passion stealers of breath
call upon us to listen.

Where home
becomes you
inside out
doors secure
open windows
welcoming stars
birdsong
banal exchange
then
rhythm come.
Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.