One Million Magi- English Poem

I am the spirit of my times, anonymous and numberless, I am occupy, I am love

Seeing the cheer of the festive season and the despairing faceless alleyways

I am suddenly more than, more real than, more people than I ever have been

And I hear the earth calling, the bodhisattvas of the earth calling, a million magi.

Just a Moment

It just takes a moment,

for a moment to become a Moment,

and before you realize the moment may become a missed moment,

because maybe that moment ,you were mistaken

It wasn’t The moment but it really was That moment.

Dream Chaser

My feet hurt,
legs have given up.

My only support the wooden stick ,

that I broke from a dead tree,

seems to cry out of pain.

The destination is far,

farther than anyone thought.

No lights ,no maps,

with only the moon as my guide

I walk.

Just another day for me it is,

I am a Dream Chaser