There is mystery in life

There is mystery in life And the myth trees that we grow can go only so far to set our dark aglow                 but the candle born in me                 and the candle born in you                 may be just the touches needed                 to torch some pilgrim’s view                   go and glow, touch and torch there is mystery in There is mystery in life

I am Bill…

I am Bill I am growing I love you all, that I’m knowing and beyond that there is mystery and hope you are each quite like me yet very differently with your own special ways to grow and grope So I’ll try again, my friends, to watch my mouth, my means and ends, as we I am Bill…

Golden Tree

Golden Tree, December 12, 2010 there is a glorious golden tree still so alive for me these many years since first I glimpsed its shimmering, glimmering glory that I know it will glow and grow ever so long after all the leaves fall long after all the trees fall long after all This poem has Golden Tree

Not Dominoes nor Dice

Bill wrote this poem “it must have been in the 60’s.” I recorded him reading it in 2008, then added the images to create this video.

Five Ogunquit Poems, 1993

Ogunquit, 11-6-1993 The museum is closed, winterized. Benches and some of the sculpture garden critters are wrapped snugly in blue plastic, cocoons, hibernating until spring, with here and there a head, tail or toenail showing. Some statues, pieces of scupture, have been released from their concrete anchorages and hidden away somewhere in deeper hibernation. The Five Ogunquit Poems, 1993

Unicorn

A wonderful horn has the unicorn. We hope he/she didn’t have it before he/she was born. Bill & Mary Lee, March 1989

A have a rosy view

I have a rosy view out to Talmapais and the Golden Gate where the mountain meets the sea. The Sleeping Princess may yet swing free out through the GAte to an ocean of emotion with a peaceful bent. Perhaps all of time has been well spent. A single rose a single word a single silent A have a rosy view