Coffee
The sun like gold shines through trees of wisdom.
Cool wind whips and twists along the edge of day.
Sitting still, enjoying the embrace,
Facing the truth and shadow,
What a wonder.
Squinting to see the reality of abstraction.
Warmth that cools and cool that warms,
Light that darkens and darkness that lights.
O the mystery.
Sensing a shift and solidarity of the day to day.
Stare out at the shapes that pass,
The outer shells of integrity.
The knowledge learned fades at end,
The next day learned all over.
-JHB-
3.25.2008
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