The Hidden Guy
So many layers
Each a historie
An encounter
Was it the joy of a bird’s song
That made the mark
The Forest
The forest stands equanimously
Between heaven and earth
Stretches its branches to the light
That breaks in foliage and ferns
The roots deep in moist earth
Message to my Inner Child
tender sweet little child
I still feel and see you
your open tiny hands
stretched towards the sky
