Every one different
But all the same
The light is soft
Though harsh
Streaming in
Through doors
All open
On the right
An inviting light
Nonetheless too bright
And as I tread
Ever-so-gingerly
Down the corridor
The light is soft
Though harsh
Streaming in
Through doors
All open
On the right
An inviting light
Nonetheless too bright
And as I tread
Ever-so-gingerly
Down the corridor
There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer
I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility
Aum
The sound
Resonates
Like kundalini
When spirit rises
Energy of life
And being
And then
On some glorious sunset evening
I see the world in silhouette
And understand how
We are all the same
But better to crawl through
To this wilderness of consciousness
Than remain unconscious
Battering the cage
Of my own ignorance
Still the shadow of nature
Falls upon me
With her supple forms
Her irregular grace
So I quiet the urge for being
Let her sunshine warm me
And become the bough
Blowing in the wind
He lived
In oblivion
Surrounded by
Possibility
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
While Nature’s skilled
Geometry
Is rarely square
Organically
Math more complex
So beautifully