Sunday, October 25, 2009

I

am of the nature to age:
am of the nature to sicken:
am of the nature to die:

ALL THAT IS MINE,
BELOVED AND PLEASING,
WILL CHANGE AND BECOME OTHERWISE,
WILL BECOME SEPERATED FROM ME.


In the Garden of Solitude

 T he stillness where shadows whisper,   I wander the garden of my solitude,   Amongst the withered petals of hope,   Fear blooms like a nig...