Do cats dream of lions,

from market stalls, comparing each with alland, smiling, then point out the Eastern styleallowing customers to choose what mustbe brought to table straightway, and what oughtto be allowed to ripen a degree;and so, politely indicate the sinof thinking that the West were always best…[An experiment in five-stress linesinternally rhyming the first, second or third footwith…

Suppose the sun to shine,shine with a smile;suppose the rain to fall and smilesmile at the earth;the snow, with gentle smile,protecting tender shoots;suppose the wind to smilemysteriously, about its secretwork;suppose – that’s easy – flowersto open with a smile; andsmile as they fade and wave farewell,a smile that says, that’s how it is…suppose some patient…

and poetry was lifeand girls made poetryin his hearthe’d showed his poems toan aged poet whowas quiet a while thennodded his head andsmiled andsaid ‘keep writing’and he swore that dayas long as he could hold a penhe’d write some sort of poetryand so he did and so he didand when he wastoo old to hold…

‘Yes! One thing – which to know, is your life’s task:God cannot separate Himself from you! ’

as if air had just been invented,carrying scents, andtaste, and touch, and sparkling clarity –it could even be singing to my contented listening;cool air, waiting to be warmed by the sun;at this magic hour, it matters not whethercountryside or town;and I’m suddenly, unexpectedlyfilled with the nobility of life –and simulteously, or perhaps just after it,humility…and…

working on his statue of Krishnaand the chisel rings out on the stonelike a bell that wants to tell you something:the stone saying, I am perfectly made for this;the chisel saying, I am perfectly made for this;the sculptor saying, this is prayer;Krishna saying, I shall enter this.And I hear in the sound of the chisel…