Eunoia

Let us speak of beautiful things Let us look beyond the surface bedlam to see an ethereal truth Let us understand the great goodness in the mysteries of life Whether it be the wordless power of art and music Whether it be flowers and trees, waterfalls and mountains Lakes and rivers and ever-moving oceans Whether…

On my Lake

At sunset the small boat glides forward Parting the reeds smoothly No hurry to arrive A leisurely journey of peace The lake glows yellow-orange with the last light Water laps at the wood Splashes lightly on hands, on face Kissing healing into aching limbs Cleansing from pain, bringing forth health Trees line the shores, rustling…