Simple, but Wanting to Sound Profound And deep The cry of the soul: Keep to the simple! Grasping and reaching complicate Anguish from fear Anger to rage Breath Short Hot Blackness Standing on fear’s scorched earth Once again, Love’s sweet garden Memories float away Ashes in the cold wind Copyright © 2004 William A. York. All rights reserved.
Our path follows us, Knowing that we were never lost, The path of no path. Is it possible to follow someone else to a place only you can go?