It never ceases to amaze,
the ocean of life;
how wide it must be.
If I can see but one river
from this, my dainty hill.
One glimpse of time,
one slice of space,
what else must the ocean be?
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The Ocean
Tag: Eternity
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Tomorrow’s Rose
How delicate it is, the garden of eternity.
Interwoven; the past, present, future
of our sleepy meadow, dear.
One cannot possibly know how
or what
the wind of today will drift to the valley
of tomorrow.
One can only hope to gather roses in arms
and lay them down, admired.
But what of tomorrow?
A dried rose is surely a beauty.
A delight preserved from time gone by.
Take these roses, fine.
Take this heart
and scatter my soul freely
into the arms of the dreamers, next.
Tomorrow’s rose.
Today’s quiet and careful sun.
Somewhere between the quiet
and the haze, I go
to sit for a while.
Somewhere
between the quiet
and the haze.
And you might ask me
what I hope to find there.
You might ask me if it’s true.
That the haze shimmers like a thousand suns,
and the quiet melts like vanilla cream
on apple pie, oh, sweet love.
I would tell you
you must seek for yourself
the whispers, true.
Somewhere between the quiet and the haze
you must go.
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The Sun, The Moon, The Mind
There is no day.
There is the rise and fall of the sun.
There is the opening and closing of eyes.
But there is no day.
Only a rolling eternity
split by the sun
and the moon,
and the mind.
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