wondering of whats to come
I want to believe times not done
realizing its all one
no end nor a beginning of the line
living through clockwise the circle of time
knowing this am I too far ahead or running behind
always again myself that I find
are all our reflections mine?
not our bodies nor our faces
that look in the pupils of far off other places
that mystic shadow on which light just sheens
pools of blackness where all our sights gleamed
radiant jewels adorn our pupils worn like open portals in our eyes
showing so plainly what they do hide
deep in that mystery our true self yet to find
I want to believe times not done
realizing its all one
no end nor a beginning of the line
living through clockwise the circle of time
knowing this am I too far ahead or running behind
always again myself that I find
are all our reflections mine?
not our bodies nor our faces
that look in the pupils of far off other places
that mystic shadow on which light just sheens
pools of blackness where all our sights gleamed
radiant jewels adorn our pupils worn like open portals in our eyes
showing so plainly what they do hide
deep in that mystery our true self yet to find