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…

Riddle of the stars

If you go out Night after night And if you get comfortable Settle in for a long stay If you look up At a clear night sky And see the innumerable stars Cool and twinkling in pristine space And if you are very, very patient Could you, do you think Connect all the dots And…