Waiting at the Bus Stop (Poem)

Standing at a bus stop I notice the intertwining vehicles and pedestrians in a crowded city center Their elegant twist is a dance of patience, of courtesy each waiting, inviting the other to move silently in my head, the noise stops and the music begins each step in rhythm each partner taking turns of graciously…

Our Life is Like a Play (Poem)

If you have any experience with meditation, ¬†you might be familiar with the sensation that is about to be described below. I wrote this poem in the rush of an emotional high – one of the many life offers us in the midst of its unpredictable twists and turns. We never know what is coming…