The Riddle of Your Existence

who will you be, oh man?
with your time and talents?

what will you do, oh man?
with what you’ve been granted?

where will you go, my brother?
with resources you’ve been given?

why do you stumble, my brother?
with the path that you have chosen?

time, the dance with a slow death.
the fight, the struggle, the question
and possibility splayed out before you

so answer, oh man
by action, by deed, by life
the riddle of your existence.
– 1/7/10 – 40

My Brother

go my brother,
where the wind blows to dance on the prairie steppes
and feel the wind whip across the frosted tundra

see my brother,
the jungle steam rise through the terraced trees
and watch the desert sand dance across the dulcet dunes

feel my brother,
the soft touch of your lovers kiss brush your lips
and the sudden ache of desire as she pulls you deep

touch my brother,
the hand of God as you glimpse the divine mystery
and bow down your head in humble genuflection

for this is life, and wind is free
and all of nature is given for thee
– 1/7/10 – 39 #favorite