Therapy

It doesn't matter if I feel it or not.
It's all about the paper work now,
No one asks me, "Whom did you help today?"
It doesn't matter if I healed or harmed,
As long as I write it correctly.

But now and then,
Just often enough to stimulate the reward centers in my cynical brain
Just often enough to keep the addiction to making a difference alive
I know.  And I feel it again.

The Buddha

All things change, he said
Use this for awakening
But this too, shall pass

Zeke

A puff of smoke
A gentle breeze
Can't hold them in my hands

Sparkling stars
On summer seas
The writing in the sand

If I could make this world anew
I would include them all
And I'd include our brief affair
The ride was worth the fall

Thinking 'Bout That Man

I've been thinking 'bout that man
It was oh, so long ago
But now and then when the music's just right
And my man's out of sight
I  just gotta let it go.

I've been thinking 'bout that man
And how every single day
Made me laugh, made me cry
Lord it didn't matter why
Tears were never far away.

   And people asked me why
   I would follow stage to stage
   Like I didn't have my own
   Just one line upon his page

   But I didn't hear their words
   And I never missed a chance
   And I breathed in every note
   And in my heart I danced

When I think about that man
And the nights he sang for me
That old feeling's back again
And my heart remembers when
That man was all that I could see.