Looking out, looking in

Looking out into this world, this

Ancient new born world

That wails as it draws its

First breath, sighs its last

Heaves its life its passing.

As it sits and bears witness

To that knowing that is not

Known, the wisdom nie attained

The Quality that knows no name

The stars turn and the

Sky burns and heavens

Open inward.

There is no return,

No unbecoming, no space to

Unbe that which is.

There is but the turning

The swirling, 

The oneness

That would beckon

For a life, and a dance

And a smile from above.

Th