my treasures, my fortunes
lie in the quiet security of my heart
I walk among the doubts
illusions, delusions
without
my strength comes not
from good fortune without
but from constancy within
what could dislodge my trust
not the rain, cold, or wind
nor the aspersions cast by man
if you are with me Master,
solidly I stand.

a bad dream
can be
the Trickster
in our mind
trying to direct attention
from the Divine

sometimes
the Perfect Union
is only a step or two away
the Garden of Eden
obscured
by the mist, the fog

one side of my face
warmed by the overhead sun
the other
cooled by a gentle breeze
what pleasures
whose gifts
are these?

I know some folk
that fly a sign
holding out their hand
for every nickel and dime
but me,
I never saw the sense in it
I'd rather walk in the woods
out by the lake
gaze at the sun
filtering thru the trees
or gleaming off the water
like a thousand stars in the sky
and savor a spiritual fulfillment
undiminshed by consumption