Until Then
July 29, 2003
Until Then All around is waiting the new word,
I hear the words and write them,
then I understand them.
Reflection is like this,
out of the darkness
comes the light
of understanding,
a cyclical process.
''Ask not what 'your country' . . ,''
but you are the 'country'
and all that you see
is filtered through your eyes.
Now is a new day,
yes, everyday is new,
but today is new.
Breathe deep for the revealing.The gates are widening,
and wisdom enters.
Wisdom by the love of the stars
and eye of the gate
reveals
everything old is new again
if it is new to your experiencing.
Time is a gate.
The electrifying urge of reason
bids us open our eyes to the greater
understanding.A flame is being passed one to another,
whispers are heard in the shadows,
I am the shadow.Not everything is being revealed,
you have to work for it,
time and time again.Ideas in the marketplace,
who will buy?
Can the magnificient vision
be bought entire?
and with what coin?Nobody owns you,
but do you own yourself?
and at what steep price?Merchants come begging,
but a pauper has the gold.
No one is looking.Who cares!
the night is long
but the candle is short.I'll be back another day.
Ah, dwee-la.
Until then . . .
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