A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

PRECIOUS

Precious is unchanged by time,
One moment, or a thousand years,
Best left behind while wishing more,
And weeping still sheds precious tears.

MATRYOSHKA

Profound yet simple
Fractal cell,
Within, without
Each nesting shell,
I am one,
And one the same,
But answer to
Another name,
And wearing but
The thinnest veil,
Identity,
Disguised by scale,
I exist
As large or small,
As heart or home,
Throughout them all.

NONE OTHER

There is none other,
Sister, Brother,
Watching now
From out those eyes,
There is none other,
Father, Mother,
All of life
Within you lies,

And none who question
Find that name
In liberty
So unprescribed,
Yet bless├ęd are
To ask the same
In love
So vast and undenied,

There is none other,
Sister, Brother,
Watching now
From out those eyes,
There is none other,
Father, Mother,
All of life
Within you lies.

ARROWS

I have but one arrow left,
Unspent,
In its quiver,
The very same
That bristled with passions,
Some which flew at phantoms,
Falling wide and wild
To places unknown,
Others piercing their chosen mark,
But all of these,
I'm now outgrown,
Save this, the last,
Amuses me -
Though once buried
In that crowded place,
Biding for its time,
I can see
That all along,
Its target was already found,
And it shall stay
Upon my back
To never meet the bow,
For this new passion,
Happiness,
Is all I need to know.