These sensations of the eye
Become meaning in my mind
And beauty in my being
In a mind
Bent on manipulating them
To serve the present
So bend my mind to fit
The world
Then see only the things
That fit
Ignore the things that don’t
One bit
And I wonder
Need I say more?
Or is there more
To say?
I could ask
What might she say?
Caught in the moment
Mind gone astray
That moment is hers
Not mine to know
Nor is it yours
Not part of the show
But my heart
Remains strong
My spirit
Undiminished
So I
Unrelenting
Resist time
Live today
Work toward
Tomorrow
Which warms us
From the chills
Of winter snows
And greens the Earth
So richly lush
With verdigris
But light
The centre
Of all things
Needs not a star
To warm the heart
Or dispel the shadows
Of the mind
I sit by them
Gazing on the beauty
Of a dream
I Quiet my mind
Dismantling the ramparts
And enter the dream
Before my eyes
Where nothing is
Just what it seems
Since what it seems
Is in my mind
Perhaps enlightenment
is the condition
when all four
flow together as one
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