When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
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Dear You
Dear You, What were you expecting? Of course you are found in this shattered state.Your downward plunge could only be THIS Great!For wasn’t your climb up so steep for so long?I’ll tell you why, now, you feel wiser and strong! So when your hands lost their grappling gripas your foot took that slippery slip…and whenContinue reading “Dear You”
The Rich Man
There was once a man Who lost the joy in living. He saved all that he made And failed the charm of giving. * He knew that he was measured By the riches that he reaps. So why then does his conscience Feel lumbering when he sleeps? * A thread weaved through another Can makeContinue reading “The Rich Man”
Beisan's Burble 