Leaving no trace

You have to be someone

You have got people to see

Your mind chasm goes on

And on.

You look West, South, East and North

You have to be someplace 

Now tell me

Where is South when you are at the back of the Moon?

Where is West when you approach the Sun?

The pathless shall inherit the Earth

Those who withhold their pruning hooks shall be left with the verdant forests

The mind chasm ever goes on

And on

In immeasurable depths.

Do you have the courage to step onto the pathless path?

A feathered Song

There was once a swan
Like the Arctic white wilderness her feathers shone
The Earth gave her the dream of togetherness
She sought her consort and dancer in the sun's redness
Her maiden Swan-song calling him like a pipers love poem
Alas! Her voice too faint through the clamour and heavy industrial drone
A Swan singing gently to her beloved on empty waters
Now only the forgotten feathered song of our lake's daughters.