fall fades to winter.

when from the west
the wind wildly blows
nobody, no nobody, not nobody knows
which way the crooked weather-
cock crows.

let's go home . . .

i have been reading old emails from friends.

this is something i shouldn't do.

it makes me miss them, and regret that things could not be different, or similar.
























the question that keeps arising is: where is everyone?

















but i am still in love with each of you.


















eat some turkey, drink some wine, sleep, and dream of us.

"god is neither hindu nor muslim, . . .

. . . and the path i follow is god's."

















happy birthday, guru nanak!

it's too late when you feel the flames . . .

a man was burned up in his house while sleeping because he could not smell the smoke from the fire.

humanity was destroyed while the people slept in air-conditioned condos because they could not feel the air burning.

in a county in pennsylvania the people have accepted sound science.

beneath a white cupola in washington those who speak for the people have rejected the science of living.

happy veteran's day

just before my morning walk to the post office, she asked me to pick up a copy of the local paper. her son, a friend of mine, and a member of the famous, fighting 101st, was being honored. it's veteran's day. on the second page, there he was. his countenance had the pallor of newsprint, the same dull gray as every other uniformed soldier pictured. the same uniforms, the same dull gray faces that hide the blood behind their cheeks and the wrinkles newly formed around their eyes from squinting in the desert sun, and from the stress of it all. i guess if they all look alike it makes it easier on our eyes when they come home in piles.

pray to end this madness and fight as if your prayers were wasted breath.