"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXIV "
It is very hard to see the beauty Of screaming children. In fact i did not See beyond my own self child inherent Till my forty-second year of quaky Life. When you spoke to me in actions Plain and clear and compassionate. No two- By-four swung could ever ******* to The depth of your humble example that's You and honestly live one moment at A time for whomever. But now i see Beyond the boundary sculpted unfree Concepts graven in emptiness to what Can surely be until what truly is Is touched. A joined now of effort and bliss