night is meant to be dark

Night is meant to be dark

Night had fallen
and here and there the flame of a candle could be seen
dancing in the stillness

♫ ♫ ♫


only very low wattage bulbs or moonlight
were used to see in the dark

There was not much need
to illuminate
or do much of anything that would disturb
the night

Nothing to do except listen
to crickets and frogs and birds,
observe and sense
what was going on
inside and around
and make gentle music and love
all beings

A tribe without a need
for nuclear power or dams,
because it understood
that night is meant to be dark

welcome to earth

Welcome to Earth

Welcome to Earth,
said the gardener to the flower
which had that morning begun to bloom

And in its way it sensed and greeted
all of the other beings around
while calmly growing


Gracefully it blessed the space
with its presence,
natural and equanimous,
calmly being


the silence among words

The silence among words

Seduced by the slowness
with which she spoke
and the silence among her words,
he fell
under her spell

♫ ♫ ♫

Calm and quiet,
gentle and kind,
she flowed

through the stillness

as they drank tea




The hitchhiker lowered her arm
as the approaching bike began to slow down,
and when the unknown rider pulled up alongside her,
she got on
without a word,
and off they went

♫ ♫ ♫

For a while they rode
through the Valley of Flowers
as the sun slowly set

♫ ♫ ♫

Where are we going?


♫ ♫ ♫

a ride

A ride

With Guitar slung across his back,
a kind being walked slowly down
an empty road that wound its way
through a lush forest

♫ ♫ ♫

After an hour or so
a ’63 VW bus slowed down and pulled over

Greetings, friend
Would you like to play?


Get in

The side door slid open
and revealed a comfortable den,
so inside he stepped

We were just about to begin

The bus began to move
and the hitchhiker took Guitar out its case,
and when Violin began to sing,
it joined Djembe, Harmonica and Shakuhachi
and made music for a while

♫ ♫ ♫

So where are you going?

To wherever you’re taking me

Right on

And then through the late afternoon they drove,
calm and still for awhile


bloom and flow

Bloom and flow

A twelvemonth had passed,
a cycle gone through,
and it was nearly time to go
somewhere yet unknown

Slowly and quietly
goodbyes were said
to the trees and the flowers,
who had been such good companions throughout the year

Garden, goodbye
for now
Perhaps we will meet again

Until then we shall bloom
and flow
in different dimensions

Farewell, my friend

in the garden

In the garden

Night began to fall
along with the rain that had been soaking the garden,
and some crickets and toads were singing,

while the jungle relentlessly approached,
growing and creeping

♫ ♫ ♫

If the garden were to be completely tamed,
there would be no time for anything else,
so it was left half wild
in order to have hours to do nothing

♫ ♫ ♫

The butterflies returned to their homes
and the lightning bugs came out
into the beautiful dark,
calm and stillness

fallen flower

Fallen flower

Torn away
from your home and friends,
you are missed

A blessing you have been
to all you have met,
and in our hearts you remain

We weep not for that which never came to be
and instead are grateful
for the time we spent together

For nearly nine years you bloomed,
sharing wisdom, love and joy

and your silent meow echoes
throughout this space

Ash now
you have returned to earth

Thank you, Bamboo