Down, down, down
Into the smokey valley
But I would stay here
Above the floor
Above the fray
In the unfettered sun
Where the mountain breeze
Clears the air, so pure
If not for the call
And the necessity
For the work
But I would stay here
Above the floor
Above the fray
In the unfettered sun
Where the mountain breeze
Clears the air, so pure
If not for the call
And the necessity
For the work
Though, really
I could do with a few more hours
Of non-being
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
But…
Could there be another place
In the universe
As beautiful as this one?
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
And still
They surprise me
Exploring the infinity
Beyond my ken
What I love most about existence
Yet… perhaps no greater love for this moment
Whether it seem strange or familiar
Than mine