A dream dropped me on a hilltop
As simple as it was beautiful
White clouds tinged with blue
And I wondered – Is this all there is?
Down in the valley where laughter cried
Birds forgot where to fly
And blades of grass swayed
Without fear of being wrong
A dream dropped me on a hilltop
And flung me backward through
To a time when my life
Had bubbled with ideas
Dry and dependant on tears
My eyes just wanted to keep seeing
on the
farthest side
of the
evening
I’m driving
on highways
built over
the bones
of dinosaurs
looking for
that one
elusive thing
under a
neon blue
sky accented
by fireflies
as beautiful
as stars.
more better different is a lifetime quest
a natural for the curious playful creative
an inevitable modus operandi not a choice
restless whimsical honest and steadfast
more better different a built-in apparatus
not merely a philosophy more of a genotype
can’t outguess a master ideas always flowing
imagining vulnerable fast download eager
more loving
better impulses
different styles
effortless humor
are you with me?
Watching the sun rise
over the horizon,
we had a beautiful
view of the ocean.
Children were finding
sea shells and other treasures
along the shore.
We had weathered many storms
before the sunshine
came our way.
In the vortex of dance,
wandering in the labyrinth of time
she saw
the ephemerality of existence.
Today turns into yesterday
as in the Heraklite river
– fluid, smooth.
Although trees live longer than humans,
slouching between them
one can see the scattered dandelions.
And behind a tall wall of boxwood
there is everything
one cannot go back to.
Every ray of the sun
is a hope for existence,
even though
at some point it will
not allow for a gust of life.
Translated by Artur Komoter.
Dancing souls,
On a watery stage!
No fear of death,
No surety of age!
it’s hard to be hip after seventy
abandon hope all ye who enter
keep your opinions from calcifying
and your beliefs will astound you
humor, not memory, is your ally
love and laughter bring others along
honor your white hair and wrinkles
they’ll stay faithful until the end
gather wildflowers
be thankful and rejoice
I wish you hadn’t done
All those things, but I’m
Not going to let our history
Dictate who I should be.
You have no power over
Me any longer, nothing
You say can make me do
Anything I don’t want to.
I will walk with confidence,
Look at myself in the
Mirror and remember
Who I am.
