Monday, April 23, 2012

The Conflicted Self Finds Peace at a Mirage

Azaleas in the graveyard;
The warrior’s work is never done;
Always new creation.

Creators blessed as well
By seeing all they formed from air
Destroyed.

Still, one must hold on to something.
Is it natural
Playing Spring
And Fall
As pairs?

We fill the shapes too easily
Because we can’t fit into them
At all.