the unwounded self, at the heart, is still
in response to circumstance we turn
between the worlds we move as one
chased along by thrusting time
only surface changes
perhaps forever
as i will be
as i was
i am
now
gone
and dead
if you are
in cold despair
i am alone here
we turn it round in faith
life runs like a salt hour glass
hours and days pass us by with speed
which world is real is a mystery
there is an open door between two worlds
there is an open door between two worlds
which world is real is a mystery
hours and days pass us by with speed
life runs like a salt hour glass
we turn it round in faith
i am alone here
in cold despair
if you are
dead and
gone
now
i am
as i was
as i will be
perhaps forever
only surface changes
chased along by thrusting time
between the worlds we move as one
in response to circumstance we turn
the unwounded self, at the heart, is still
faith
The Circle Game
I travelled far, found a home
where my flag of honour flew
I thought it so, I worked for you,
for all I thought was true
you illustrate this event
with a comic book cartoon
and say you did it in good faith
am I too serious?
I should lighten up I guess
it’s just a party
all in jest
just a game, no harm
take my paper, take my words,
trample them in mud,
tear and shred my tribal banner
tell me this is love
I have been to parties
festivals and celebrations,
gathering, joyful tribal dances,
where my banner flew in wind
sunshine shone on open pages
there was light and dignity
I never thought to leave
such grace and charity
this though is another place
your run me round in circles
I see your honeyed traps
the charm, the exploitation
such manipulations
will never capture me
I have already gone
I left your circle game
The Dreaming Path 