I am living in the poem, not out side of it……or so I feel….
I am living in the tears I wipe, not in the hands that wipe……or so I feel…….
I am living in the earth that breaks, not in the sprout that springs….or so I feel
I am living in the clouds that hold, not in the waters that pour…..or so I feel
I am living in the candle that burns not in the light that is spread …or so I feel
I am living in the shattering wind not in the air that you breathe …or so I feel
I am living in the irrational pain not the reason to reduce it…….or so I feel……
I am living in the other world where I am often with a consciousness higher than me, just with in my reach or so I feel…….
It is that consciousness, wiping the tears, springing the sprout, bringing down the waters, spreading light, moving the air, providing reasons to reduce pain
Writing this poem to find in you a labyrinth of reflections …..bringing us together or so I feel