So much to love in the world --
I block out the rest,
let it pass by, fiery clouds,
disappearing, unattended.
TV never on.  Do I choose
to read, listen to what leads
towards an early burial,
my day, my bed in a grave,
like an album stuck on a phrase
and no one is home?

No.  There's much to love in the world --
I focus my passion on heros...
ghandi, keats, einstein,
galileo, renior, beethoven, tolle,
kate bush, joni mitchell, spinoza,
and what I perceive in my midst...

his sweetness like blueberries,
his brown-gold eyes, a pisco sour -
sour and sweet, handed to me
on his knees - a lord to his lady,
a lady to her lord. I'll give him a world
to love.  Mine filling with light...

So much to love in the world --
gold finches, oak trees, moms telling
about their days, friends elevating
consciousness up to K2 - Balti - Sarikoli
and beyond, who laugh out loud often,
want you to grow, who love you forever.
Just as parents love their children.
Just as whales love their pods.

So much to love in the world --