EYES OF A NEW MORNING <return to contents
Forget
the Patterns
Travels
tell stories
of what we see in each other,
abroad.
Home tells
stories
of what we see in each other,
lying still.
Poems tell
stories
of what we see in each other,
shining.
Tears tell
stories
of what we see in each other,
moving.
Laughs tell
stories
of what we see in each other,
lightly.
Prayers tell
stories
of what we see in each other,
hoping.
Secrets tell
stories
of what we see in each other,
waiting.
Forget the
patterns.
We've cast them aside
like worn-out robes a
nd entered the waters
of heart-song.
No patterns
to guide us now.
Only flame, sound, eternity.