~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Balance

Our seeks and reliances
must bear upon one's alter
as no hollow request
ever filled otherwise

in our taking, fearing
unloving attempts of gain
hatred, lost... raised among
unreciprocated means

we relentlessly aim
to love by inflict
deepest dearth,
between one another

but nothing found
in opening to droughts
of a white landed earth
allude to dismay, ponder;

who strayed but oneself?

wisdom and knowledge
each side of a scale
love at base
fine balance attunes


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