I must cross the boundaries
I’ve erected to contain my own
I peer into their world
Try to understand what they see
How they see it
It helps me see
The nuance in my own world
In my own perception
Every now and again
I notice people
Peering back at me
A moment most illuminating
As it reminds me
Look at yourself, through their eyes
And so, I wonder
What do they see?
How do they see me?
The world seems
No smaller, no larger
As it crashes down
Beloved’s paean expressed
In exquisite
Architectural glory
Brought to ground
By notes of sorrow
Though beauty undiminished
Cast by the weak glow
Of a wan sun
Frustrated by the dull grey
Of the everyday
He stood apart
Waiting for trains
For the one
Which never arrived on time
And for the one
Which would never arrive
The beauty of an amber sky
Belies a failure
Of political will
And the premature deaths
Of millons
Hints at
Beauties lushly graced
Forever lost
Long stripped away
So close my eyes
To fill the space
With grandeurs from
Another time
In others
I see
Another reflection
Of me
Sometimes
I see
Neither mirror reflects
Real me
If I shut my eyes
I see
The me I am without need
To be
I sit by them
Gazing on the beauty
Of a dream
I Quiet my mind
Dismantling the ramparts
And enter the dream
Of wisdoms found
And wisdoms lost
Wisdoms over-written
Time-worn wisdoms
Worn out
Worn down
Worn through and through
Worn like a cloak
Like a shield
Or wielded
Like a sword
Bon mots
Of thought
Here collected
Erased
Memorized
Forgotten
Fragments of
Fragmentation
Misjudged
Misunderstood
Misapprehended
Mistaken
The nattering
Incessant
Of those
Who tell
But do not ask
Themselves
And should not
Yes
There’s the rub
Instead be
Silent
Who am I?
This wall
Has no wisdom
For me
Words
They clutter up
My consciousness
Lead me astray
Turn me away
From where I find
The one true I
Deep inside
I breathe
Let go
In quiet mind
At the core
Of silence find
The I that is not I
But All
And One
That is all
I need to know
This simple wisdom
All are One
What more is there
To ask?