
a fork on the path
following the beloved
the choice made easy

a fork on the path
following the beloved
the choice made easy

all life ends in death
worldly things are left behind
how much is enough
what we hold on to - owns us
letting them go - set us free

mist on distant hills
a hard-to-place low rumbling
the train’s clear whistle

a voice in the dark
“What are you looking for” and
“Come, and you will see”
the good and the bad
thoughts intertwined in the mind
harvesting is hard