The borderlands of dark and light
we range along with our perception
encountering the challenges
of grace and love and grief and woe.
As riders strong it is our birthright
to learn thereby a fierce aplomb.



Life’s cosmic song includes some calls
that vibrate deep-set chords within us.
In time those transients pass over
that leave behind as standing waves
the values, worths, and principles
we carry forward to our deaths.



The sruti is an interval
one twenty-secondth of an octave
a tonal nuance we can hear
in Hindustani classic music
whose raga variations fuel
the moods to which we are responsive.



Suppose there were an integration
of body, mind and soul and spirit.
What do we really know about these?
Of brawn and brain it seems apparent:
that they exist is not in question!
It’s where we can’t touch that we’re tested.



I first pretended I liked football,
in order up at night to stay.
I was back then my granddad’s grandson.
I’m sure he knew what I was up to.
That “sixty minutes” game, in all,
took three times longer out to play!