warmer
have I forgotten how to
write
and do right?
it's just one day perhaps another
to the end my friend
i feel the laughter now and then, and rhyme
i sense a mission is upon me from time to time
a calling to the higher place
the eight=fold path
truth and justice and honesty flow forth
like a fountain in the mountain village square
sustenance nourishments no charge
the joy of life its own reward
but more often i'm pulled backward
by base desires and and little fires
that give no warmth in the death of winter
can i pull the plug on the satellite dish?
can i focus just long enough on my deepest wish
which is to know, to hear, my deepest wish?
today is a slushy day
neither rain nor snow
a good day to start again on the whim of a friend to ask
if i remembered how to write
i might recall after all
i'm warmer already
and do right?
it's just one day perhaps another
to the end my friend
i feel the laughter now and then, and rhyme
i sense a mission is upon me from time to time
a calling to the higher place
the eight=fold path
truth and justice and honesty flow forth
like a fountain in the mountain village square
sustenance nourishments no charge
the joy of life its own reward
but more often i'm pulled backward
by base desires and and little fires
that give no warmth in the death of winter
can i pull the plug on the satellite dish?
can i focus just long enough on my deepest wish
which is to know, to hear, my deepest wish?
today is a slushy day
neither rain nor snow
a good day to start again on the whim of a friend to ask
if i remembered how to write
i might recall after all
i'm warmer already
have I forgotten how to
write
and do right?
it's just one day perhaps another
to the end my friend
i feel the laughter now and then, and rhyme
i sense a mission is upon me from time to time
a calling to the higher place
the eight=fold path
truth and justice and honesty flow forth
like a fountain in the mountain village square
sustenance nourishments no charge
the joy of life its own reward
but more often i'm pulled backward
by base desires and and little fires
that give no warmth in the death of winter
can i pull the plug on the satellite dish?
can i focus just long enough on my deepest wish
which is to know, to hear, my deepest wish?
today is a slushy day
neither rain nor snow
a good day to start again on the whim of a friend to ask
if i remembered how to write
i might recall after all
i'm warmer already
and do right?
it's just one day perhaps another
to the end my friend
i feel the laughter now and then, and rhyme
i sense a mission is upon me from time to time
a calling to the higher place
the eight=fold path
truth and justice and honesty flow forth
like a fountain in the mountain village square
sustenance nourishments no charge
the joy of life its own reward
but more often i'm pulled backward
by base desires and and little fires
that give no warmth in the death of winter
can i pull the plug on the satellite dish?
can i focus just long enough on my deepest wish
which is to know, to hear, my deepest wish?
today is a slushy day
neither rain nor snow
a good day to start again on the whim of a friend to ask
if i remembered how to write
i might recall after all
i'm warmer already
Posted: Thu - February 10, 2005 at 10:32 PM
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