Why should the wheel<\/p>\n
of perpetual change<\/p>\n
seem so strange?<\/p>\n
It’s only turning.<\/p>\n
And if the cause<\/p>\n
of all to each<\/p>\n
Is to be taught,<\/p>\n
and to teach,<\/p>\n
Then I am learning.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I take pride in this invention,<\/p>\n
It leaves a lasting impression.<\/p>\n
The bone of my contention.<\/p>\n
The essence of my confession.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
My how the leaves<\/p>\n
have greened<\/p>\n
In ardent ardor.<\/p>\n
Tooled and machined,<\/p>\n
as Spring rains<\/p>\n
fall harder.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Somewhere in the ambiance,<\/p>\n
my heart waits in stillness.<\/p>\n
A mystical science<\/p>\n
that bids my heart fullness.<\/p>\n
What vivid alchemy<\/p>\n
wells within this sensation;<\/p>\n
Like lightning inside of me–<\/p>\n
an electrical creation.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Spring 1979<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Why should the wheel of perpetual change seem so strange? It’s only turning. And if the cause of all to each Is to be taught, and to teach, Then I am learning. I take pride in this invention, It … Continue reading