April 6, 2012


Now they ask
all sorts of questions,
wanting to know
what I really think,
but never wanting
an honest answer,
in a world so full of lies,
it's a wonder
my heart won't sink.
For I have not
a single reply,
nothing so clear
as in my youth,
nothing I see
in the morning paper
I could label
as the truth.
I know only this,
life is still full
of shimmering beauty
found at the end
of your outstretched hand,
we two, who
have come so far
into the heart
of lotus land.