Standing alone, forever unknown
Being all there is, never less
Others are gone, this last dawn
In vivid beauty, selfless shining
One beyond compare, beyond rare
For this moment alive, vital
Without care of an ending
The dream is of one, gentle and kind
Full of compassion and care
Without ever looking will find
One who has always been there
Fortunes will come, and surely go
Castles will crumble in time
Life’s pendulum swings to and fro
As everything tends to decline
The dream is of one, it will always remain
Never diminished, never lost
Awake or asleep are one and the same
Until the final boundary is crossed
Upon this day I may reflect
Upon this moment I shall live
Of the past; remains but a fiction
Of the future; a guess without promises
Of the present; I am sure
As it is, it can be no other
As it may be, I cannot know
Each day, outside the boundaries of time, fresh as no day has ever been, nor could ever be again.
I die to all that has gone before, what has been, never was, complete, perfect and forgotten.
The past is dead, and laid to rest, whole and cleansed, never again to taint this day.
I am this day, as this day is all there is, in wonder and love, eternal, without boundaries or center.
My eyes close, the sweet scent playfully teases
Freshly baked, soft and fragrant
Vanilla I think, with just a hint of cinnamon
The strong coffee is warm in my hand
Sitting alone, the magazine lies open
More a way to avoid the occasional stares
Music, aromas, mixed conversations, just one perfect moment
Dwelling in dank dark places,
often denied, always hidden.
Never far beneath the surface,
the beast, alter ego, nemesis of light.
Counterbalance mirror to virtuosity,
our necessary evil to all that is good.
He defines beauty in contrast,
a primal balance forged in creations kiln.
Willingly held captive, the drive,
embraced by love and understanding.
Strength and gentleness defined,
in eternal balance and harmony.