Fusion and Confusion
Does it appear to you?
Just like it appears to me
That I am in the beginning
At the middle and
At the end of my journey
At the same time?
As the fall knocks at my door
As the days become shorter
and shorter
As the coldness
Chills my heart
A voice awakens me
Look
You have not started
Any thing yet.
There are so many things
I have to do
To realize me
In the work of others
In the color of the leaves
In the paranormal
Trajectory of the pollens
That swarms and sways
My imagination.
In the same breath
I inhale my middle age
My old age
My childhood
My youth
That forms the magic carpet
To lift me high and higher
Until I am in unison
With who I really am.
((*.*))
October 28, 2001 |