clear and sweet

clear and sweet is my soul, 
and clear and sweet is all 
that is
not my soul.

walt whitman       song of myself

the precious nature of all things

he ate and  
drank the
  precious words –
his spirit grew
robust –
he knew no more  
that he was poor;
nor that his
frame was
  dust –
he danced  
along the dingy
and this bequest
of wings
was but a book –
what liberty
a loosened spirit
  brings –

emily dickinson

seeking beauty

as long as i love beauty i am young,
am young or old as i love more or less

words excerpted from john davies' "seeking beauty"


autumn leaves

like torn pieces
of origami paper

from the sky