Gathering Grandpa’s poems in one place was something I put off longer than I should have. Now, having done it, I occasionally have the feeling that I could have done more, but that feeling is assuaged by the knowledge that Grandpa would have appreciated the simplicity of this space.
These poems are a part of who I am; they were a part of me before I was even aware of them. If you’re reading this, I suspect the same is true of you, but if it’s not yet, I hope it soon will be. Click on one of the categories at the left to start reading.
My hope is simply that this poetry speaks to you, that it might impart to you some small nugget of Truth, that it shine a light, however small, on something beautiful.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih