photo by Zalman Berkowitz
photo by Zalman Berkowitz

details like a scrap of paper

at a bus stop looking

closely a fortune cookie no cookie

“you are talented with your hands” thanks

the Gift and the Practice that

comes with it reminder:

talent alone won’t save us because Vigilance

and cookies are so delicious to my mind

sometimes Even talented

hands miss messages

like scraps of paper

through fingertips crunch

of sugar egg flour fortunes from

strangers we make marks always

before outcomes like

my heart now and the light

downtown sun rays golden filtered through silver clouds ground damp and cold cozy inside.

I wonder if the sun knows what

sunlight looks like to my eyes now

like gifts from strangers I am found reflecting

of course not, that’s impossible

like walking or breathing or life based on Carbon

smile thankful

there are muscles in the face that if you squeeze them right

they make you happy

how cool is that!


September 12


directed flow, like an arRow... air flow, this way, row
directed flow, like an arRow... air flow, this way, row

you know

what your task is


kind. this is

your life


pardon me, can you show me

the way

to harmony?

give it your all (at the call)


your love of, heaven above and



nothing left to do just

step in to you, calm

and love

strong. (don’t be scared)


not afraid of fate or / destiny /or /what my heart says to me

I’m one.

manifesting destiny.

universal interlocking free form flowing

electronic interconnected, thought

form protected inner

receptive outward


progressive techno-hippie.

space blippy

spittin trippy


colour form… earthships.

people suits… heart lute, eternal truth? internal sleuth:


my Aunt Ruth

Berkowitz, she lives in the brooklyn, walks the sabbath all the way…

Oy. Vey.




Sing- reality brings… Magic Window

did you forget that you are happy

did you forget your life is beautiful

did you forget…

Angels are the Air

Force and America is Rolling

Cosmic Light

it’s your birth, re-birth… right?

Did you forget Fate?

never too late, it, has no opinion

its just given: Dominion.

ashes to ashes and lust to lust Cuz,

if you got time (to lean)

there’s time (to dream)

the Universe is Multiverse and Mystery

a delicate multiplicity of

intricate harmonies SO

lets have some


Imagine yourself, free.

Imagine yourself real.

Imagine yourself Healed.

Imagine your SELF.