Shadows from the past
spill into the future
the present, a maze
Unawareness sprawls
Tired hands grope
for the rudiments
fragrmented, flamed desires
breaking the barriers
the power binding our separateness
seeking totality
within a paradox.
Thunderous tones
A fine thread of lightning flashes
skylessness emerges
ruptured by
an unending point of disaster
The day lapsed becomes
a magic in the music
churning vibrating hearts
old enough to be dust
cramped in the sky
with limitless agoniesof human desires
Strolling thoughts
spring in the sounds
of bewilderment
strike the fullness
of the lunar circle
Days diminish
in a friendship
of articulate silence
Life begins
understands meanings
