Realization

by December 27, 2011 0 comments

This crude life
Is asking for many things
Stretching its arms
With the manner of insatiable
Lightening weeds of summer
Where our human forgets
The dark horse we rode.

Know this lingering self
Who has to return back
Withering along the night
So to realize the position
Understand yourself
In the lightening furrow
Among the black clouds
Just to make that light
Meaningful depiction
For our momentary
Residence on earth.

editors note:

In dead of winter longest night time of year, a little light to show the way; glowing from inside out or flashing from outside in. – mh

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