nor a snowflake

not even the giant oak

nor the newborn child

only man’s papers and works of art

the moment we create colour and shape

the moment we create anything

we could begin a voyage

to vanity and greed

of the masters

feeling refreshed and uplifted

one cannot help but wonder

what mankind would do

without these "mad" men

lights flooded the room

but the being living there

looked somber and lost

for he had not found

his inner light

to the Fraser

from east to west coast,

witnessed pines, lakes and mountains,

cascades, maple and bush

beaver, moose and Canada geese

but nowhere did I see

man creating all this

because he does not

receive

the young man

steals

because he does not

have

the man

kills

because he was never

given

of colour it would make

if all the eyes met that read this

to live with

is oneself

of life

we are dying

it is better to walk

a Way

than to run away

of awe and wonder

we send them to school

after graduation

they are dull and empty

the infant

cry o sun, laugh o rain

but only your union

will create a rainbow

is there a line

when is that line

where night ends

and day begins

for one inch of stalagmite to grow

how then can we see

the master’s vision?

you make me wet

when I walk in you

when we lied

now we blush

while speaking the truth

when birds left them

to fly south

reflects joy

a happy being stays dry in the rain

even when he is wet

flowers and forests

waterfalls or snowcapped mountains

with financial gain in mind

we have seen nothing at all

with the heart

could become bitter and hard

from the infant

after the house is burnt down

we can be so passive

that we will go out and kill

to prove our ideals

while weeds waved in the wind

suddenly a flower came forth

out of the ruins, out of the weeds

out of the wind

to the leaf

"no, I won’t", said the leaf

"then I’ll eat you", said the worm

but the leaf was a frog

and the worm was eaten

it went to the lake

fat and healthy

a fish came by and chose it

for its meal

we ate that fish for dinner

gave his patient the wrong pills

those to calm his own nerves

kinetic art show

when herds of

impala and zebra ran by

about what to do or take

for a headache

but never

how to prevent one

I wonder why

with the current --- except one

it struggled and fluttered

against twigs and rocks

but when the big wave came to swallow it

a butterfly flew away

is our downfall

Arrogance Boredom Conceit

only to use its tail

for a flyswatter

we read, talked and dreamed

about enlightenment;

we still do

when the caterpillar

looked up

from the edge of a leaf

came out of the woods

to kill its rival

of gazelle and zebra

while looking at the leopard cub

and offered it

she said, "I don’t care for glass."

of colour it would make

if all the eyes met that read this

hurt the lion’s paw

but feed the giraffe

when he left a whole gallery of artworks

behind on the windows

came by

when I looked under the surface

of tropic waters

created a symphony

while they danced down

towards Earth

to live with

is oneself

of life

we are dying

played by

the wings of butterflies?

and offered it

she said, "I don’t care for glass."

nature’s honesty annoys man

therefore she has to go

like the man who speaks the truth

must go

no matter how long you hang

onto your branch, brown leaf

soon you will have to make way

for the spring bud

to the Fraser

from east to west coast,

witnessed pines, lakes and mountains,

cascades, maple and bush

beaver, moose and Canada geese

but nowhere did I see

man creating all this