Again with the New

There is sweetness and peace for each of us
There is hope, awareness, strength
There are dreams to live
Each time we yawn awake, the fog falls into form


Between the mind and the world is everything
All the ways we are disconnected
The prisons of our senses, feeding the mad, craving
Inside out self.


With edgy shards of ideas, we try to define all we encounter
While what we feel and understand is gated with our words
Frustrating in their inability to share the immensity of being alive
Portcullises, perhaps unwanted but still solid to our effort


These gulfs are not to be spanned, though we should reach out
It is more important to know that the everything is in us
Banging away in our mind
The space between you and me


Never there
Never here
Nothing but a sigh.


Merry and Happy and all that jazz to all.