Four Poems

Where you belong
may be a thousand miles away
or a millimetre.
The journey there
takes an instant
or a lifetime –
With the password allow
it’s short and tough:
without it, tough and endless.

Certain things cannot be said.
Certain things are.
Discovering silences within the babble
is like viewing the whole valley from a tower.

I see people
who have all life’s possesssions
yet know nothing.
Having nothing
yet possessing the pearl
I know which I prefer.

I battle to be heard;
yet to tell the truth
is to be heard.
Not yet, but forever.

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