Winter’s gone, and spring has come.
Summer too now is through.
We look now to fall that it may come,
and bring us its glow, many coloured hue.
Listen now, the seasons go, spring and summer,
winter too. Summer to end, and winter to come.
Let the leaves change, and the day grow short.
Summer is done, and winter must come.
I came across this one while searching for The Difference this morning. Pretty simple, but it makes a point. One I try to keep in mind as oft I can.
All is one
And one is all
Cometh forth to meet the day
For only you can make your way
Digging up old snippets again. I know I have this one written down somewhere… But i cant find the blasted thing… At least not yet. This is something very old from my view. I created it back when I was in high school. Long enough ago that it did not instantly come to mind; and, in fact I could only remember the last two words last night: the truth. Upon awakening this morning, I was able to recall the last two lines… And while searching for the original in my office, I recalled the rest. Took a while, but the best ones always do.
Nonetheless and all the same,
The difference still exists
But to the point, and from the start,
Always is the truth
I wrote this I know not when… It was a few years ago. But I think I am going to dredge up a lot of old snippets and such to post here. Such is a much better home for them than a drawer nobody else but me will open.
Ever and always, life creates.
Whether ’tis a thought, a life,
a buliding, a thing, or love;
Those that are here, may not
always see it.
Life creates. Even in our toil,
we are creating; always anew,
something must come. The old
goes, the new on the horizon;
there is more to be created.
Life creates. Even in destruction,
that which is gone brings new
into the world, something not
here before, or perhaps here
again. The cycle continues.
An impossible position, bring torn in twain. I thought for what was, and a wish for what might. Today, what may, tomorrow, tonight.[Top]