Thursday, February 5, 2009

points a finger

A Silly Little Finger Poem

He points a finger at the moon.
I ask him, what’s a finger?
He points a finger at himself.
I ask him, who are you?
He points a finger at myself.
I ask him, who am I?
He points a finger at the moon.


~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

1 comment:

Dennis Igou said...

Mountain blue bird you fly with ease.
Treeplanting bondage with fecund earth.
Yet I slither and plant hither.
For you mom I demand you be fed the best of beings.
For you mother I will open the whole to psyche and let shine forth my beauty. Denzo