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.