Compose poems, mainly haiku and tanka. Interests include nature, reading writing, birds, music, solitude. Chatting up--non-erotically--total strangers. Mentor fragrant rich yuppies and vulnerable rag-pickers.

Rapt listener. Take my breath away. By your tone, timbre--and words. I shall hang on your lips. And tumble in a free fall when silence supervenes. Entranced.

Philosophy? Live and let live. It takes all sorts to make a viable cosmos. Don't let diversity, contrast, even downright opposition, vex your spirit. You are not alone under the mighty sequoia. It will outlive you by a couple of hundred years. It will never look down upon you for your short life, in spite of the hundred years you lived.

I regard rocks and trees, the sun and the moon, the humming bird and the goofy looking donkey, as my brothers and sisters. Touch a snake. Fondle it. It feels so cool, smooth and glossy.

We are affiliated to the brotherhood of evanescence and mortality. There really is no " other"