A Coin
The oxidized 25¢ piece
rests in the soil.
Years pass,
footprints
mark its surface.
Rain bathes it.
The quarter,
long forgotten.
One day,
a young lad
looks down
and notices.
With the discovery,
a smile broadens his face.
Off to the store he goes.
Comment: What appears to be a lighthearted poem is far more.
Unfettered
How one wishes
the mind was free
to grasp and comprehend
all that be.
What truths
would one come
to understand?
What cures
would we discover?
Infinite questions
and infinite answers
would flow and gel
as time and space evaporate.
Mind and untold energy
now meld into one
if only the mind
was unfettered and free.
Comment: A little rhyme speaks to the positive power we could have.
We are one
My soul sings today
in celebration.
I am alive,
able to see the sun,
feel the chill of
a cold spring day,
receive a kiss from
a lover and friend.
May the songs
always be of beauty
even in darkness
when the music
is hushed and difficult to hear.
May the pitch
always be perfection
whether suffering in pain
or leaping for joy.
May I sing on
for my soul and I are one.
Comment: This poem was written during a recent trying time in life.
