the passage in
and
the passage out
are one!
The diamond, which once, itself,
knew life,
when held close to the eye
displays within,
a spark of light,
that not before the worlds
collapse
will ever seem to die
And still I hear you softly moan
“alone alone alone
from mother’s breast
to stony tomb
from stellar fire
to warmwet womb
the journey is the same
alone alone alone”
It seems a never ending circle
It seems a never ending cycle
of dust to dust to dust
we travel because we must
and yet we seek, and, then,
we find
as we wander through the
mind
this is the journey of our
kind
We are alone, and yet, together,
holding tight
as we travel down this road;
this movement toward the light
on this passage through the
night
