Silently perturbed,

Holding onto meanings, writing them legibly into books of thoughtful poetry.

Autumns casually penetrating ages of youth, brown, fading, brilliantcolors of red and yellow.Talents withstanding tremors of age, brought from depths of learning,secreting meanings deep inside.Farthest reaches of inner space, holding tightly, emotions and feelings.Stretching their usefulness across spans of time, etched in memories,forgotten, brought to the foreground by insubstantial paths of life.Pivoting lively, running away…

Mistaken tokens of vibrant processes, beginning fromtime immemorial.Lifting interior spirits with joyful glee and spirituality,aspiring silently, growing fruitfully until ends of timeput a stop, abruptly to it.

in the end that is all there is left from our timespent on earth.Concentrating on work and useless endeavors takes usaway from our heavenly purposes of family, unity,kindness and caring for one another.

until we all meet again one day.Existing in a western of the past, enclosed in my mind,forever treasured in time.