Of the day’s work into the pleasant surrender
Nothing else is needed
All surrounds us in this time
The truth of what really matter.

As long as your motor bearing

are kept oiled

Alladin’s Magic Lamp

breathes its last

all motion stops

when the oil is gone!!

Where does the mind go?

You seem to be a living cupid, whose slingshot makes my vine so stupid.

I dedicated this little poem to my son’s culminating 5th grade class in 2004. I thought it was very sweet and everyone loved it when he and his best friends read it out loud.