Sonnet

What about your own alms.
What about your good works.
We dwell on our own qualms.
But we should not worry about setting off fireworks.

We obsess about daily problems, mere passing breath.
But what of real end of life struggles and the last descent.
We will all confront pain, frailty and death.
Can we not enjoy the inadequate present.

Tobit was blinded.
By mere inadvertence.
But he doesn’t seem to have minded.
He knew what was of true importance.

May I be like the calm sea.
And learn just to be.

Haiku

Learn to be as the
Calm and blue sea far below
Still always moving