deep in exile, to turn in place
the will to action rising in my bones
i emerge fully formed from the wind
as whispers clothe me in silk
the magic of persistence
to wield the rivers into the stone
while time lifts off every surface
until the beginning is lost
and change becomes a ghost
here at the foundation of the world
where the lamb was slain:
my lord, my lord, when is now?
Reflection
3:52pm monday, 23rd january
The sage is content all the time. Control over his/her emotions the sage is content all the time. There is no success or failure.........
Reflection