Sunday, December 23, 2018

The Recycling of the Year

In the beginning, I won’t know
     how he came to be so sad
          in that moment,
What led up to it will finally be
     a mystery, and what will happen
         won’t be known

And in its place is everything,
     the secret in my bones,
          no need to reach, for
I can live beyond
     my means
          of nearby galaxies,
         
The stillness of the crystal
     transcends all flow,
          no matter how entrancing
To go in and out of knowing,
     for the whole is missing nothing,
          only the moments expand to oblivion

As we move on, caretakers of vibration
     who never know how right we are,
          not even knowing we go nowhere
We’ve never been before, only this time
     the world, so patient,
          is ready to be seen.