your gaze was always wider-eyed than mine-
you'd say things were brilliant, i'd say "fine".

society teaches you to worry about everything…
every promise left to be broken, every word left to be said.
every person left to distrust, every world left to die.
every love left to deceive, every future left to fade.
every hope left to suffer, every breath left to perish.

society doesn't teach you about…*
every promise left to be kept, every word left to be covert.
every person left to trust, every world left to live.
every love left to support, every  future left to brighten.
every hope left to comfort, every breath left to take.

*~ g.r.

the snow built up around the smokehouse.
the sun shone on the snow.
and the sun's rays were blistering against my eyes.
the long night was well on its way
so i made good use of what was left of the daylight
walking out toward the main street
and coming back home again.
sleeping, i sang a short song about you.
and i knew every word of that song was true.
well, almost every word.

ice froze the green stems of the daffodils
ice formed carrots on my window sill.
i was blistering, blazing away.
and it had always been my tendency to let things slide,
but i went to the window with my eyes open wide.
and you were taking on prospect ice,
coming to ward the door.
you want some more?
i've got some more for you.
i've got just what you're looking for.

Beauty harmonises with all;
a hidden principle-
generating a new kind of wonder;
bestowed where there was only darkness and confusion
She lights up and sets free
an acceptance and unity where separation and fear reigned