stoic forehead tense
deep in thought
is he young
hunted for profit
of ego not
money or safety
we talk of
Daniel in den
lions retreat bites
the Lord spoke
now a smile
of some hope
Faith
a Teslaian haiku
that twinkle bursts west
the sea’s reflection lends her
electricity
a hora da voz
eu ouço minha voz e me ajude a ouvir as vozes de toda a humanidade

sand
grains of sand kiss the nook of my feet
tiny made yet loudly they speak
with an itch at every step
digging my toes deeper
granules tugging down
to feel Earth’s womb
delivered
today
peace

the therapy tray

you have now become
my comfort fire and scent
watching prayers float
the sun and the crucifixes

snapdragon haiku
purple snapdragons
floating in a wide mouth vase
my eyes witness peace
new start haiku
light fresh and vibrant
through my lungs it goes freely
restoring my life
full of promise
sun falls upon hard city street
downtown day full of promise
and to think that we live
between final numbers
and fleeting tantric dreams

crowded ground
a little girl chose me from the crowded ground
she gave me a tiny flower
as her little sister sang a pop song about a universe
no doubt a gift from the great beyond
to wash away the midnight in my heart
