O see can you say

In the age of information
are we communicating?
Say, how can we know so much
and yet believe so little . . . . .

perspective

Life is long – a dream –
forever in a moment.
Live in the moment.

Time is short (tick-tock).
The moments fade away. They
die, lost forever.

ageless

I am a wine of blood and bone.
I am ancient stock.
Rooted deep into hillside stone,
I still touch the sky.

I survive sun, cold, winds, and rains
being what I am –
rare and precious, constant in change,
forever changing.

I am haunting, horded, shared, enjoyed,
sometimes criticized,
and I will (though I be destroyed)
rise another vintage.