LAUGH THEN BE STILL (Published in Art Times 2002)

The bigger the leaf lost,
The higher the tree's grief cost,
Now drudging?
How begrudging,
Is thine Fate being to Thee?
Move still,
Rest nil,
Turn your season of all or none pain,
Into laughter's reason to thrall or shun bane.

The more the mind thinks,
The less the heart hears,
For as your blind soul blinks-
Unrest, with glee, will impart fears.
How obnoxious,
Now toxious,
Are thine thoughts being to Thee?
Be in riot,
Of quiet,
Turn the voice of violent illusion's demented fruition,
Into the choice of silent fusion's cemented Intuition.