Beyond the world of discovery that music has been for me, there was always the bigger world, the universe of questions about what we’re a part of, how it works, and how to best fit into the larger whole.

My love of words, a fascination with scientific, philosophical, and spiritual inquiry, and a quiet determination to learn how to be a better human (and a happier man) have led me on a path of shaping my experience, breath by breath, into poems.

Here are some of them.

An Accident of Birth

July 20, 2020

I am white and male
through an accident of birth,
and an American
through another accident of birth.

And I belong to this human family,
on this planet full of other sentient beings,
by yet another accident of birth.

And what we all have in common
is that every being on this planet
has a right to be here,
that we are equal in God’s eyes.

And our sacred duty
is to learn how to get along.

To Be an American

July 12, 2020

I am grateful
to be an American.

I am grateful
for the diverse beauty of this land,
and for the richness
of its diverse people and cultures.

And I regret the wrongs
that those who govern us
have sometimes committed,
but I am grateful for our freedom
to right those wrongs,
when we have the will to do so,
and to speak out
whenever we see them.

I am grateful
to be an American,
but I am most grateful
for what we can become.

Interdependence Day

July 4, 2020

On this day, so many years ago,
our forefathers declared our independence,
so we would be free from foreign rule,
free to pursue our own destiny
as a nation, as a people.

And yet, too many of us were NOT free,
shackled to the land by land owners
to whom they were mere property,
stripped of their own inalienable rights
to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

And to this day, those rights are only distant dreams
to all too many of us, as we struggle under the yoke
of a myriad of inequalities.

So I ask myself, on this day, if each of us are truly free,
to enjoy our independence on equal ground
with ALL of our brothers and sisters,
or if our independence is just a happy myth,
that does not describe the world we actually live in.

Freedom is a beautiful dream, one still worth striving for,
despite a million harsh realities that seem to stand in our way.

So perhaps each one of us must first embrace the truth
that we are NOT independent,
that we are bound by a million forces
that limit us as individuals,
but also connect us as a human family.

And there is a deeper truth, that we are INTERDEPENDENT,
that we must achieve freedom for ALL of us,
before any of us are truly free.


June 25, 2020

is not a path to truth,
or to healing.

Consider what you say
as if it were a virus,
mindful of the fear or anger
you may be spreading.

Or consider their opposites,
which are compassion
and love.

Which would you rather
be the source of,
when you cast your words
out into the world?

most of our moments

June 11, 2020

In most of our moments,
the fear we feel
is pain we imagine
in the future.

And the sadness we feel
is pain remembered
in our past.

Without the mind
reminding us
of past or future,
there is only the present,
where, in most of our moments,
there is no pain
to be found.

Love Is Simple

June 9, 2020

Love is simple.

It is seeing
with compassion,
without prejudice.

Love and Creation

June 9, 2020

I have heard it said that God is Love,
and that God is the Creator of everything,
and that God IS everything.

Can this all be true?

If so,
then I am one
of God’s creations,
and I am part
of everything,
and God the Creator
is in me,
and loving.

Love and Hate

June 5, 2020

Don’t be a hater of hatred -
that will only spread more hate.

Be a lover of love instead,
and that will spread more love!

Reflections on a Silent Vigil: What We Stand For/Nine Minutes

June 3, 2020

As I stand here
with my neighbors,
my brothers and my sisters,
we stand in silent witness
to a status quo
which we can no longer
accept or tolerate.

Standing in silence,
my heart opens
to the pain we all share,
and the compassion
that we may share as well,
if we are resolute
in our intention for change.

Standing here,
I am reminded
that I am a member
of the human race,
and hiding
is no longer an option.

My aging body
said it could not kneel
for a whole nine minutes,
but I asked it to, and it did.

“Now you know
what nine minutes feels like”,
a fellow next to us said,
as I remembered George Floyd,
who had no choice
about how he spent
his last nine minutes.

Like Something New

June 2, 2020

Take a vacation 
from the habits of your mind, 
and greet all that you encounter
like something new.