Under A Buck’s Moon

With eyes closed I am awakenedAnd see quite clearlyThat in this momentSomething shifted— I see the path I’d taken,The one I thought I’d longed for,no longer holds the Buddha’s footprints.Somewhere along the wayI’ve missed my mark—I’d gone astray. The question loomsLarge in my reflection:Do I go onOr retrace my stepsTo find my way? I sitContinue reading “Under A Buck’s Moon”

a simple question

Seven decades in, when asked to peer insideand ruminate about my beingwith the phrase Who am I?I peel away who I have been to others:“Pops” to the grandkids,“Oh Danny,” to my dear bride.Then proudly offer up the legacy of my profession— all aligned to Tikkun Olam—and gleefully describe the joys I’ve taken up in my dotage: capturingContinue reading “a simple question”