At the centre of my everything
Though oft obscured
Sometimes forgotten
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
I call for it
In times of need
Or if too dark
It calls on me
It guides me true
Though rarely easy
But I know my path
When e’er I follow
My golden heart
Like the spreading of lichen
Across the surface
Of bare granite
Some colonies
Stronger than others
Some weaker
They interact
Intermingle
Mutate and conjoin
The fractal geometry
Of everything
Littler things
Make up little things
Little things
Make up bigger things
Bigger things
Make up big things
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
That raging inferno
Of events
And despair
Perhaps the cool, calm place
Discovered me
I don’t know
I breathe a sigh
Stop asking why
Stop telling myself lies
Stop being so damn wise