resolved: we are all
born dying but that demise
intensifies when
we try to become
artists. we fall
faster when we chase
after what
money can never buy.
we fly too
close to the sun, thinking,
"i'm finally seeing
clearly," but we are not. our eyes
are on fire, and we are not
enlightened but blind.
beloved: there is nothing
to find, nowhere
more true than here,
and no one any more
illuminated than you.
3 comments:
Wonderful poem. A spot of warmth beauty after a difficult week at work.
Whichever Mike you are, thanks much!
I see the influence of e.e. cummings - Beautiful!
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