. . . the sun unfolded, rippled
sang to the earth
a song in golden octaves . . .
Gospel Singer
stay your desire
‘tis but folly.
know you not
all will turn to ash?
this life is illusion
a mayan fantasy.
‘twill only cause you
continued karma
your life fast to the wheel.
a baseness gnaws your soul
Copyright 2005 njTare
