shabbat shalom
mumbling wordsthat have no meaningin this lifetimefilling upwith the sentimentmy ancestors sangpretending to knowmore than whomI don't knowpouring the waterover hands thatare too warmreceiving the blessingof honored guestin sacred home

turkeylicious on thank-goodness, in haiku
each bite exploded(thyme, sage, & rosemary) inbutter lumps and cream.bubbled marshmallows,(new dishes, more perfection)cleaned plates of our souls

awakened grandeur
the colorsdancedthrough my body,in and out ofimaginaryorifices,leaving my body,sleepy; my soul,in trance;my heart,illuminated; my mind,at peace.twas as though I forgot I existed.twas nothingand everythingat once.as all of mereconstituted,

time to sleep, in haiku
air stings the eyes likesalt water. only dryer.it's still fairly dark.

garden of Edan
like a newborn babyin the lush, garden of Eden;where the light is soft yellow,and the sounds, they flow in gentle waves.this dreamy space of calm lake,tender care, and sweet milky abundance,is where I must goto find my own peace.