’Tis a growling Wind tonight Clawing to get in Through any crack of Light To freeze my mortal skin. Be …
Time
Time — The infinite circle, So Divine, Understood only when we stop — Being.
This Truth
This Truth — ‘Tis neither true nor false, This Lie — Not black nor white, And as I hold it …
This Slip of Time
This slip of Time, So brief yet infinite, Is to me a ripple — A single drop of Now and …
The Stream
As the Stream Becomes the River, Becomes the Sea — So it is You lie to me.