In honor of my Grandfather, T. Ben Howard's Birthday Anniversary (he would have been 98); I am re-posting this, my favorite poem. 

One summer evening, after my grandfather had passed, I was sitting outside on a very high deck in a magical place with a very dear friend and was talking about him. 

      After awhile we sat in silence and I felt his presence visit me and wrote this

... 

CARETAKER TAKE CARE

through the 
darkness 
you merge into my field

 and 

sit atop my monkey mind...

peace
 flowing like a broken honeycomb.


sweet night air 
gaining thickness and depth.


quickly, 
you whisper a comforting quilt of words; 
in the language that goes without saying.

treetops 
swaying with the angel's song; 
we sit for a momentous moment.

frozen
 in the blaze of truth.


the exchange complete. 


there is a soft exiting,
barefoot
 on fallen leaves.

tears fall to wash
a heart
broken
open wide
and 
shining as though it were dawn.