Diecisiete

Just for me and you:

Syllabi diecisiete,

Let the gems out now!

Monks work in gardens.

So should you: clean, prune, pour.

Bell rings and we pray.

Like prayer, tools are

elemental, elegant.

Clean, work, meditate

Circular breathing.

Let mind be free, in rapture.

Let tools do the work.

Killing Each Other!!

Be Free. Hate: evaporate.

Peace Be With Us Now!!

Sky High: Late July!

Plastic Bags. Balloons in Flight.

Hold Fast, Pinch, and Light.

Studio. Red Railing.

Dusty Concrete Steps. Lost Keys.

Here, Hearts Became One.

Darkness Belongs Here.

Cats Slink Down the Straße.

Chirp, Prowl, Yawn. Return.

What are German Wegs?

Lost Paths? Streets? Forgotten Names?

Couples Know Them All.

I Will Chart My Course

Progress or Regress? Instead:

Me Versus Myself

Escape the Matrix

Through Anonymous Poetry

Meditate, Write, Heal

Seasons of My Life:

Plant Seeds, Water Trees, Eat Fruit.

Recycle Anew.

Planet Wandering

Marked by Death, Plastic, and Fuel

Wandering Planet