Friday, July 10, 2009

New Morning


Golden

Holding fast,

the last can then be first.

And we together alone;

it shone so bright, that light, that night,

And day, and north to south —

180° — a sneeze — God bless you!

A circle, a spiral; the bottom, the top,

Don't stop, But just keep right on going right. Don't fight.

But then you never did, kid.

It's that friendliness that needs looking after.

The rafter is high;

And at times when I

look up,

And see that cup,

And watch the drops as they

pour o'er the edge

Or see the sun as it peeks o'er the ledge,

I turn and find that there behind

the million masks of life is love.


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