Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil All things unholy, marred by curse, The ugly of the universe.
He is the end of things, the final man.
The following are empty synonyms:
man and beast
love and hate
friend and foe
darkness and light.
Let others probe the mystery if they can Time harried prisoners of shall and will. The right thing happens to the happy man.
All finite things reveal infinitude The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The afterlight upon iceburdened pines Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees Silence of water above a sunken tree The pure serene of memory of one man, A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories