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Tell me no stories,
tell me no lies.
Wake me up
so I realize,
that Love is free,
ad infinitum, painlessly.

A moonless night.
No clouds in sight.
A darkened road,
No cars, no light.
Returning from
A lit up bar.
Walking down
The road so black,
Towards our ship,
Tied up at the Naval Base
in Guam, U.S. Territory.

A seed,
a thought,
a gem,
an idea.
What does that mean
to you?
New found ambitions?
New day to work?
Keep yourself busy,
nothing to shirk.

Life
is like a butterfly
whatever it is.

Alex Kerr, Lost Japan
Lonely Planet Publishers 1996

As Winter rain falls
splattering on garden path
making new puddles.

I say of you,
you say of me,
when on Earth,
will I be free?
Free from pain
that is within,
free from noise,
free of the din.
Free of boundaries,
no more fences,
free of the sound
offending my senses.

Words that began flowing,
towards paper, using a pen,
are words all unspoken,
just heard in my head.

I write these thoughts, unthinking
and free of fear of any failing,
when I tell my thoughts to thee.
Where am I now? What's next to do,
but to shelter and protect all of you.

My wayward soul, tries to escape from me,
over the mountains, across the Sea.
Stay with me, you soul of dust,
for I must stay to fulfill my trust.

What once was so great,
Is no longer there.
It simply vanished
Into the Winter air.

As I have aged
and still am here,
am I a Sage,
when drinking beer?
I think I'm not,
I said to he,
for I've made errors
and let them be
from those failures mine,
I have become wiser
over a long time.

The sounds I hear within my head,
are filled with loss; filled with dread.
An old friend of so many years,
has escaped this life, with no more fears.
Away he went, on a golden cart,
toward the heavens where life did start.
God speed to you, my dear friend.
You will join your brother now.
Amen

A risk well studied,
is worth the effort
and investment.