Thursday, September 9, 2010

Stirring Secrets

Pondering thoughts in my intellect
To what events occur while at slumber.
What trees have fallen
What stars have exploded
What dreams that are dreamt
What treasures are left untouched
Buried under mother earth's crust
In similarity to how my thoughts are hidden
Secrets are guessed upon
But guesses will be the end
How marvelous the wonders of the Universe are.


Alone I'm enlightened
Surrounded I'm pressed
Looking at the world through glass eyes
Early morning sand is flung away
Now the sand has scamppered
Pristine vision is constant
But you must wake up
and wipe your vision
to see your vision.