Universal Light

The universe has a shining light
That exists right now.
You would be blinded by the light
If you truly saw it.

The Only Place

To be liberated
Turn to the universe.
Open your eyes.
Can't you see?
It's the only place
For your huge self.

Clear

There's a mist to clear
Then the moon can shine
The truth is also clear
It always has been
Perfect and clear
Some can see
Others are blind

Hail

The fire rages
The flames leap high
The wood's consumed
The ash cools
From the debris
Arises the new
Majestic new birth
Hail the cycle

Illusions

Dancing illusions
Merry thoughts
How I wish for.
Dark shadows
Weary conclusions
And then I wake.

Inquisitive Child

Lucy was an in inquisitive child. She liked to watch the shopkeepers open their shops each morning and close them each evening. She watched the butcher cut his meat up and place it in the cases. She watched the jeweler set the fine jewelry out each day. She visited the dress shops and the linen shop and the hosiery shop. She knew everyone's name and spoke to each of the adults she met each and every day.

One day, she did not show up for her visits. She was not there when the shops opened in the morning and she was not there when they closed at the end of the day. She did not go see the jeweler set out his jewelry and she failed to watch the butcher as he cut up all of his meat and set it in his cases. She failed to visit the linen shop and she never appeared at the hosiery shop or at any of the other shops she normally stopped at each and every day. She spoke to none of the adults she would have spoke to each day. No one noticed.

Rolling Downhill

At first just a pebble, rolling along the ground. Then as it picks up speed, and the slope of the land gradually turns downward, bits of moss and dirt begin to cling to it. Soon it enlarges. The ground continues to slope downhill, the gradient more severe, the speed of the roll becoming faster with the decline. The pebble now has become the size of a large rock and still it rolls ever onward. Once it started downhill, nothing was going to stop it short of a large barrier. The rock has become a boulder, racing down the slope crushing all in its path. Grass, dirt, small bushes, all are caught in the tumble and become part. Only the bottom will stop the fall.