To know another, one must be insane.
Words whisper songs we've heard a thousand times.
Even silence babbles like the moon.
No light escapes one's personal black hole,
Though in its massive grip all light is bent.
Yet there remains love for these leaves in the wind.
One's love is like a deep, saltwater pool
No thought will ever bathe in. Come rest with us
Easy in this wordless, selfless sea.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Bansure Raga. By Doug Maxwell. Music free to use at YouTube.