A FEW WORDS
Beyond
The mind
Beyond
The heart
The seat of judgment lies
And there
Within those cloistered walls
Your worlds
Take their shape.
No,
I have no cause
Nor purpose
To enter there with you
Yet
Through our words
The warmth of IT
Is shared
And I know
You know
SUGMAD is.
Separately
We grow
Each drawing
From the self-same source
And yet
What a myriad tapestry
We weave -
Each his own design and color
Each moving where he wills!
This is the reality of SUGMAD, the ECK -
EACH IS HERE, NOW, ALWAYS!
What we take of IT,
What we make of IT,
That is the question!
That is life!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
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