Poems

Supple blades of power
Enjoined without snake's bitter bite
An apple opened, revealing seeds
Scattered where?
Up, around, beyond
Every motion contains presence
Power
Purity
These words
Are leaves on my tongue
Flickering fire, flaming gold

"Abundance"

"Where am I going?"
Said Twitter to Twatter,
"I'm going up frolicking hill.
And when I get there,
I"ll have lots to spare,
With enough left over to spill."