When it's easier to believe.
Agreement between voices and events
I can't come in until I'm asked.
I can only read you backwards from now
It's the difficult down hill.
The return to nothing special.
I spent the day searching in the long grass.
I found wrought iron hardened by beating
We met disappointment, bile, darkness.
The wind blasted at my heart
Your cool car means you ‘stand out’
Indistinguishable from seven billion others
Our atoms are star dust.
Gravity collected them here
When she loved me
I was a dragon fly
| When the feast is done and all is cleared away | When all is clear and away the feast is done |
| And we reflect on all that we have seen | And we reflect in love the gifts we have received |
| Flourishes of fine words that herald an ashen day | Hard words melted in the sun |
| Only walls where doors had been | Easy to stay and watch the flow of life |
| Yarrow sticks bagatelle Dice games | Easy to pick up a bag and travel on |
| Puppeteers pulled by strings | To wander drifting to the music of the wind |
| Lonely lines through places without names | Every one a sister or a brother |
| Woven into cacophony | Every atom connected to every other |
| Sad people awash and adrift | Lucky people flooded with sense |
| Abused by others lusts | Who have held gently then let go |
| And left with longing for familiar pain | Peaceful in the silence of the dawn |
| Nostalgia for comforting lies | In wonder at the subtle self |
| The table is empty | I have put everything before me |
| This is all and I am all there is | This is all and I am all there is |
I have come to the treasury
See how I contribute.
