South lies this disturbed soul,
gazing high at the north star,
as the white ball rises at the east,
west receiving the descending red.
Trapped at the center of the maze,
holding a compass passed from generations,
searching for a side to take,
for a direction to head, for a pillar to lean against.
What sight lies ahead-
mirrors the confusion playing within,
......
There is no place to hide,
While floating acolytes with greedy eyes,
Watch and gather and trace everything at once.
No place for the stone and clay to sink
Away from prying fingers,
And not with lens and brush.
There shall be no more lost kingdoms,
Or shifts in dirt, rock and water
That go undetected.
......
The moth takes
its powdery soft breathes with
the strokes of its wings
and
the sycamore's leaves
murmur in their celestial tongue,
telling stories to the dark.
I take my breaths too,
but they come out coppery
......
I woke up this morning all excited about my walk...
This morning I decided to look for something different...
A different point of view from what I normally see...
I wanted to see things that I hadn’t seen before...
I used to walk once around the park...
With a friend, for around eighteen months...
Now I walk alone and it’s an opportunity to see so much more...
A new type of gift that I’m giving to myself...
......
One must understand the peacock
Graceful and elegant
Powerful enough to give a shock
You must understand what your soul wants
Your jade isn’t enough
Only in experiences, you’ll find luck
One must be tough
Then realization might struck
May Eos come your way
Those blessed with the third eye can see
......
South lies this disturbed soul,
gazing high at the north star,
as the white ball rises at the east,
west receiving the descending red.
Trapped at the center of the maze,
holding a compass passed from generations,
searching for a side to take,
for a direction to head, for a pillar to lean against.
What sight lies ahead-
mirrors the confusion playing within,
......
The moth takes
its powdery soft breathes with
the strokes of its wings
and
the sycamore's leaves
murmur in their celestial tongue,
telling stories to the dark.
I take my breaths too,
but they come out coppery
......
One must understand the peacock
Graceful and elegant
Powerful enough to give a shock
You must understand what your soul wants
Your jade isn’t enough
Only in experiences, you’ll find luck
One must be tough
Then realization might struck
May Eos come your way
Those blessed with the third eye can see
......
There is no place to hide,
While floating acolytes with greedy eyes,
Watch and gather and trace everything at once.
No place for the stone and clay to sink
Away from prying fingers,
And not with lens and brush.
There shall be no more lost kingdoms,
Or shifts in dirt, rock and water
That go undetected.
......
I woke up this morning all excited about my walk...
This morning I decided to look for something different...
A different point of view from what I normally see...
I wanted to see things that I hadn’t seen before...
I used to walk once around the park...
With a friend, for around eighteen months...
Now I walk alone and it’s an opportunity to see so much more...
A new type of gift that I’m giving to myself...
......