"Willow Pond"
by Dennis Orlando
"Aesop"
by Steve McArdle
"Beware You Do Not Lose
The Substance By Grasping
At The Shadows"
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I am the observer
Like watching the sun
rise with waves of intensity,
Or set, knowing that
this is beauty.
And the colors are the
sensitivity
of us being one.
You are the reflector
As I look upon you like
a reflection in the water,
I want to plunge in and
drown,
in the calmness of your
storm.
You are now all around.
Embracing what was I
I am now all yours,
As we are dissipating
to the sky.
We are the inquirer
Like running through
a jungle, at night,
When what we used to
do was walk in the city light.
It is so dark, we can
only see what we think about.
Afraid yet we'll never
stop.
Because we know what
stopping will mean,
what was once a thought,
will become seen.
We wander through the
thickness of the jungle
and wonder, often, why
we are running?
It is only a view of
a beginning.
Does it matter where
we were,
only to know that`s how
we got here,
Not where we can be.
As the passion envelopes
our body and soul,
our future is generated
whole,
by the freedom of the
unknown,
the running intensifies
as we've grown.
In the jungle, it is
dark,
together we will always
have a part.
Yes, there are lions,
tigers and snakes.
It is in the seeing them
that we learn
that their is really
nothing to do,
except, observe, reflect
and inquire
as to why this can occur.
Written by Gary H.......October
10/1996
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