Discover A New Perspective
See the water how it flows,
the very same way the winds blows,
the very same way does cry the crow,
only he who sees without looking,
who touches with coveting,
will feel the divinity in all.
For through winter to fall,
comes purpose to call.
Become what you will,
see what you will.
Love the wind,
treasure the stone,
for despite what you see,
and what is thought to be sane,
the wind, stone, and you are all one in the same.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
