The things a mother anonymously does for the love of a child are measureless, because love is measureless. They cannot be repaid - nor would she harbor the thought that they should be. And, out of her good intentions sprout good effects which reach to infinity.

My Desk At Night

There is actually plenty of candle light to read by...you just can't tell here. Also, a nice ocean breeze.

There is an art to knowing

nothing, as being, nothing;

something, as being nothing;

nothing as being something;

and, something as being something.

The Moon's being coy

with me tonight were really

thick clouds in the sky.

If eyes are windows

to the soul - then yours is made

of bestowing joy.

Just after midnight,

purple petunias look more

midnight-blue than blue.

I had a lustrous

dream. More real than this present.

Alas, back to this.

Hubris is manifested through pretension.

Grasp at it...it flees!

As with recalling a dream -

trying less, brings more.

The Sea, speaks softly,

kindly saying nothing...She

whispers...sweet nothings.