Tuesday, September 15, 2015

As saith


You may dream of past and future lives;
I may dream the present, but assume none;

indeed, as saith the rock:
such be the fond riddle of the one I am,
the one I have been, and the one I will become,
that the clock, in weary-solemn speech,
is always wrong;

as saith the pebble by its rings,
in its still untroubled pond;

as saith no one, and everyone,
and each imagined god;

how ripe the apple, how sweet the nut,
which speaks thus;

how blessed the open palm,
peace fills, with rain.



2 comments:

Jan said...

I saith this is wonderful writing, William.
I saith this because it is true
and with palms up...for I have nothing to hide
from my talented friend~

William Michaelian said...

And I saith, you are a joy. Thank you, Jan....