This

This
9-29-13

Ones heart is a sacred pillar
Of a home of gladness
Excessively content in the milk I drink
To assuage all madness
Where in the center of ones body
There is a small shrine
In the form of a lotus flower
Giving the individual within himself
A small space of love and grace
Where I seek out stillness
Of a busy mind at work
On that which is called, "This"




A'Returning
4-29-13

A seller returns to that which is sold
Where the bringer brings bridles
To the mouth that is bold
Hoping that ones candlestick is not removed
When one stands out in the cold
Where I take a bundle upon my pen
To purge all propensity
In my privilege to pray for those upon my path
To a primrose purity proving that it's not too late
To return to the main groom
Whom sits under the terebinth
Of another pine, spruce and broom...