Poetry for the Inner Ear

  moment by moment sharing sufferings depression is turned to joy   dreadful death bell birds among bowers have sighed: chemical warfare

  for doing good persecuted by all stronger in tribulation    buds and blossoms on the verge of death  woods reflecting over the dire prospect  fear of armageddon

  meadow grass healthy planet without plastics magic rain took all my love leaving behind past and  future

  Not shy to die rose falls on grass:  new honors await it tomorrow   Mirth turned to melancholy greater and deeper : miracle will happen

  Take a look at a red rose: a poem without words   Bareheaded on the green: evening breeze tells me where to go

  Heart’s singing bird towering in the heavens so cheerful: fleshly bones live in sorrow   Wrecking our planet destroying nature: avarice insatiable

  Whence we come whither we go: mystery of life and death Being moral in an immoral world: existential choice

  meditative exercise in the dark wood may I calmly meet my prophet weapon of the strong nonviolence ennobles us willingness to sacrifice

  polluting the   ocean destroying mother earth hope we rise above the madness sting of climate change we have no other planet to live universal problem of mankind

    coronavirus pandemic people losing job birth rate at the lowest 100 nuclear bombs could destroy life radioactive fallout

wayward terror of materialism stained with blood native meadows disappear   primal innocence of flowers   pastoral hills angels aerial council here

  in spite of all humility persecuted for ever hope to meet him there to save myself from death I pray and hear a voice there is no danger

  unpolluted water bestows grace allowing all of us longevity and calm you see what’s going on plastic waste making us sick million seabirds die

  nuclear mistakes could open the gates of hell storms of plague born in the likeness of god we are already perfect nothing is lacking

  darkness begins to reign one more  nuclear testing war won’t solve anything afflicted with thorns of life I thought of saint of the gutters miracle of faith healing