May 21, 2006


The heart is pure
It demands nothing more than nourishment
Something to fuel it
In its 24-hour working day

The mind is confused
It demands everything
And anything
To make sense of this schizophrenic reality

The spirit is whole
All knowing and all seeing
It demands that we live with a balance of abandon and restraint
To fulfill its ultimate purpose
Of experiencing life in the physical realm

I am the sum of these
Gliding on the winds of time
Blown in all directions at once


Anonymous said...

very well written. Dont stop

kojo said...

thank you. ironically, i have a poem called 'don't stop' which is in my book. will try post it on here one of these days, it's just very long. easy