There are places in this world
Where fairytales
Have always been true
Where fairytales
Have always been true
Of a battle
And a castle
Shrouded in grey
But
For fires
Raging
And my loved one
There
Life threatened
Come inside
It’s warm
And dry
And cozy
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different
The interplay
Of force
And resistance
I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine
Which alters my idea
Of beauty
Which alters my idea
Of love
And so
My capacity
For compassion
Grows
Filled with hubris
And righteousness
And anger
And cleverness
And vitriol
Was I too
Then I encountered Buddha
And the Dao, too
Reflections form a perfect circle
Bringing the past into the present
And the present into the past
I create a history I prefer
Reforming memories I prefer
To remember