14
As water flows, breaking
the laws we hold as fact, darkness
is light and white is black,
a lost alchemic principle
all think as false and fail
to see the truth ahead for which
a mix, a balance, open eye.
The hidden path of death and life.
15
His hand extends but not to take. A gift,
he says. Come on, it’s just a small little
token for you to keep. Indulge. Let go.
Any man would take the chance. Why not? It is
easy to just accept, to take and use.
Why not? A limited mind is but scared.
Choose wisely, my friend, for all good things
shift
Around from time to time. Will you accept?
16
The day we are given
a name
we all begin to
understand
we realize the
world ahead
a paradigm of
death and life
we name, label, categorize
and understand yet
all we know,
which is no more a
fragile thought
that will crumble a
broken dream.
17
A conscious thought, the man walks this plane
lost,
in search of truth. But as he walks, he comes
across the midnight sky and counts eight stars.
He kneels to pray and pleads, white star, tell me.
Why are we here? In compassion, the star
responds. Although unclear, it gives him hope,
a joyous hope. The man looks up and bows
with peace of mind. Tranquility in him.
18
A sea above the endless shadows live,
cast out far from here, there and anywhere.
But here and everywhere they say good things.
Those men, them of the sea, they speak of dreams,
explain in song how all of them turn true.
Yet the smart see beyond that realm’s allure
and realize how dreams are sweet in day
but at night, they all know, the nightmares hunt.
19
A wise man said, though the sun seized to shine
the light will come, ignite the sky, to wake
the mind and show that though it rains tonight,
even in this darkened world of endless pain,
the lord’s white ash, in time, will cleanse the
land.
That man, my friend, on that day, changed my life
for after that, I sat in darkened nights,
mind assured the tempest would end with time.
20
He chose to tread that tired road after sin
consumed his soul. But in pain, he heard her call.
You, come to me; come here, my love, she said.
Her voice, it cleared his head and took him
through
those dark times he sought to fight. But now he
sung,
I seek for thee, absolution pray for me
acquit my sins to set me free with you.
And though the trumpet rang, Judgment freed the
man.
21
The final word spoke of you; it called your name
Blessed it be. It told its tale and sang its tune.
The road may end and the memories fade.
Yet that fool, who walked this path reached his
goal.
From above, he watches now for signs of life.
Truth be told, he smiles now for he sees the world
in peace,
Filled with pride, the fool departs and goes
beyond.
The cycle ends. The story fades away.
