Bill distributed these four poems on a flier in March of 1991. His introductions are in above each.
Dear friends,
Poetry has been good for me lately. This first day of spring seems right for collecting a few and sharing them with some of you. I owe some of you written copies of one or another of these. Others of you I simply share these with as time and circumstances (including our April trip East) permit.
Peace/love, Bill
(Asilomar, by the sea, 12-9-90, with friend Jon).
All engulfing song of surf, all encompassing, sequined sky - my ears and eyes applaud as my soul heaves sigh after sigh after deep and wide sigh.
(On my mail route, 2-4-91, after a lovely, clumsy moment shared with a beautiful human being, one of my postal patrons)
How long do we have to say anything? How long do we have to wonder if these words or those words are right or wrong? How long do we have to discover there may be no right, no wrong? How long do we have to embrace silence? How long do we have to discover there may be all the time we need? How long do we have to wonder how long we have?
(On Mt. Tamalpais, March 4th, 1991, early in the morning in a wild storm, by myself, near a cabin called “Peace in the Woods” where I was sharing a weekend with friends Jon, Bill and Frank)
March forth, dance on and sign your song. March forth dance on, the journey's long. March forth, dance on and as you do, remember, friend, somewhere, I'm marching, dancing, singing, too.
(First Unitarian Church of Berkeley, 2-24-91, during and after the 8:30 am Meditation Service, as later published and illustrated in the News Bulletin of the church)
Two chairs by the "In Memoriam" wall, in dialogue, in relationship. No persons present, but what presence of spirit of souls of silence as the phoenix takes wing between the songs of the windblown branches and leaves of the deeply rooted many trees of life.
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How nice it is to see Bill’s works on the internet…It doesn’t take long to see what he’s feeling in his heart…Happy Fathers Day Bill!!! and thanks for sharing your work!!! Bob Olds