In All Things

In all things

The blade of grass
The drop of dew

The girl on the other side of the world who does not know
How much she really means
But will soon
Even if she forgets again soon after

In all things

Light
And a potential for it to go out
Just the same as for it to grow
Brighter
Than that which shines from the burning star
Around which we turn

In all things

A voice
A song that has been sung
For many years
And will continue
Long after we all have passed

In all things

I am
Nothing
But a passing breeze
A leaf
Which is carried thusly
To fall and break apart
To return once more

In all things

You

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Black Dog

Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”

Yearning,
Dreaming of another;
Life it seems
Is always passing us by,
As we just wonder why,
And lord how we try…
Not just
To make it out, alive…
But to live a life
Of substance,
To not break down
And fall apart and just die.

Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”
“Oh, black dog, rise…”

Let us seek to find
Every color of the sky
Back outside;
Outside,
Black dog…
Rise!

First thing, yeah first thing in the morning
the black dog wakes
and he opens his eyes;
He likes to watch the sunrise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise!”

Where We Fit In

There is no sky above
No Earth below
Just space
Time
Unfolding
Collapsing and expanding
Flowing through
Around
Between
All of objects and the distance between them
Filling
Each and every corner
Until there is nothing to separate
The black from the white
The light from the darkness
The shadows of night
From the glow of the day

We are but an audience
Watching
Waiting
Seeking only to know
Where we fit in