MATTER

Don’t matter,
Don’t mind,
Mind over matter.
If you don’t mind ,
It don’t matter.
If it don’t matter,
Don’t mind.
To hell with jerks
Who say it all matters.
To be
Free
To see
What really matters,
I ask:
Is it harmful matter?
If yes,
Be mindful of what matters.
If no,
Then mind over matter.
Don’t matter,
Don’t mind:
Don’t mind,
Don’t matter.
To hell with the jerks
Who say it all matters.

Cy, 1989?

Massage

Mud Lake Forest after the rain;
Stones and roots on the well worn path,
Under my feet as I slowly walk
Are welcome old friends,
Massaging my soles;
Massaging my soul.


Cy, Mon. April 24, 2006

Bluebells

The vigorous, roaring rapids
And the clarion trumpeting of the geese
Break the pond's stillness,
Filling my ears, my eyes,
With the sublime bliss
Of the bright bluebells
On the brown floor of the forest,
Recalling how much we are blessed.

Cy, April 14, 2010

Lost love

Love’s blowing in the wind.
Love’s scorching my soul no end.
It cries aloud in the darkness.
Love blasts the tears from my eyes.
Hot eruptions burn down my cheeks.
I cry, I cry, why! why! Oh why!
Gone gentle love, thoughtful love,
Love’s choking absence sadness leaves;
Love’s in the photographs of time past;
Love’s shinning there, in the lamp of my heart;
Oh pride and desperation where are you now?
Complaints and guilt have sent you away.
Love’s in the music, feelings deep.
Love’s in the music, therefore I weep.

Cy, 198?