No Book

loved — too much — or messed up
If You Could Remember

You’d like something else — born of quiet — expertly forged
In the Ripples

Time disappearing — in the ripples — of abundance of time
In the Land of Silence

Perennial chase — of goals without purpose
Switch

Suppose a moment — you could free yourself — to really breathe
It’s in the Silence

The resting body — The speechless me
— Nothing else
Not Now

The rain outside — All standing still — away from frenzy
What Will Never Be

Due date expired — Prisoner of time — in a running vessel