seed (poem)

there’s beauty in the silences

that swirl ’round my room

that enter into distances

that flirt with the monsoon

there’s something deep inside of me

the eye, a growing storm

I keep it close, this light you see

to spark me bright and warm

burning (poem)

I feel the light,

burning in the distance—

It’s the light of a thousand fires,

the light of a hundred candles,

the light of a thousand souls

burning in a hundred hearts

(Can’t you feel the light,

not only in the distance?)—

but also in my heart.