The Tiger and the Olive Trees

The tiger grabbed the olive branchAnd bruised across the ground. Its leaves were hanging down. Now the olive trees don’t grow near tigers keen. They spread their seeds with the wind.They don’t remember the reason only the feeling of being pushed against the dust. Forgiveness has settled from a distance. But the memory remains insideContinue reading “The Tiger and the Olive Trees”

The Pastel Painter

I happened upon a painter who painted only in pastels. I inquired of his rationale. Why do you avoid the colors, grey and black and brown? The stars are strident without the darks silence. Chaos stands beside creation. Its not the absence of these colors that beauty is found. And you cannot paint history withoutContinue reading “The Pastel Painter”

The Futility of Words

Sometimes I wonder why I still speak when there’s so many reasons to not.I wonder if a vow of silence would do some good.Would it make a difference, when there’s so much pain?Speaking contributes to global cacophony.Why do we speak so much?So many judgments and transgressions occur from the flick of a flippant tongue.We’re constantlyContinue reading “The Futility of Words”