Thursday, July 19, 2007

Playground



I'd like to be
part of the cure,
and part of the disease
that cures you.
Life tells us
Death is only the windowsill of Light,
and Suffering is only the disappearing trail of Enlightenment.
Life,
filling all the recesses from where disenchantment oozes,
destroys unwanted misdemeanors,
and always delays stillness.
As a movement,
you always belong.
As a clear night
you show the lights around us.
As snow
you lead us to sheer simplicity.
And as rain,
you tell us to move through to......
You.

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