I find the light easily
I just open my eyes
And listen
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
While I sit
High upon the hilltop
Feeling the breeze
Wash over me
Is not proportioned
By the difficulty of obtaining it
But is informed
By the quality of attention I offer it
Clouds and Islands darken
Hinting at the night to come
And the sleep
The long overdue sleep
Darkness welcomes
I love being
In a space bigger than I
Where I wade out into expanse
Until
I discovered non-being
And realized
Being
Was not
All it was cracked up
To be
To pick them now
Would be a sin
Though lovely vase
I’d put them in
No matter rooms
They’re brightening
Such varieties
Among societies
So much beauty
In its peoples
Nothing stuns me more
Than when some implore
There’s but room enough
For One
This makes me take a sigh
The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on
I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted
The beauty of a flower is
The life it holds
While purpose lives
Not in its petals
On the ground
Arranged so pretty
An artful mound