City Tales

For once upon a time we played out in the city streets,

and with age we learned to appreciate

values of trees.

We had even went paperless and stayed in our homes,

because the forest were hours drives 

away.

We traded in the sounds of birds,

to the chattering machine guns on t.v.

We found ways to capitalize on the masses,

 for sacred knowledge of divinity,

which was free to anyone with 

Ears to Listen.

An Open 

Heart

And here we are now,

 more awake.

And here we are now, 

as clear as we can See.

But the dust on my eyelids weigh heavy,

reaching for the hourglass the sand man wields.

I ponder the universe contained within each grain of sand,

the vastness of its eternal integrity housed init-self.

The infinite, 

The Mysteries,

The Songs,

The People.

sharing the same space in the glass,

 thinking each one is different.

LKCP2KXIII