Saturday, 7 September 2013


going back to my pine
to spend early mornings 
with the Divine
going back to my pine
to read dusty scriptures
and to find
-true meaning-

this time
I'll make meaning last
this time,
I won't leave
until I complete my task
for there are many questions
I would still like to ask

I would like to bask 
under my pine
I'd like to reclaim what is mine

beneath the early sunrise sky
-for it's too hard there, to deny-
(the real)

in the midst of the coming sublime
I would like to connect to the Divine
-once more-