by Max Reif

Whose hand has washed the desert sand
and polished every leaf on every bush?

Who cleaned the sky
and brushed the distant hills,

and placed each pebble
where it needs to be?

And how
did he leave
so fast?

Max Reif was first surprised to pull his car over and give birth to a poem in 1968 at age 20, not even knowing he was pregnant! He continues to seek, (in the words of Meher Baba) “to penetrate into the essence of all being and significance, and to release the fragrance of that inner attainment for the guidance and benefit of others…” Some of his stories, poems, jokes, reviews etc are at