Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Mind slush

When snowflakes gather into a grimy pile of slush,
flowers dry to fragile black ash,
and birth transitions into death
Is there purpose ?
Is awareness nothing but a point in time ?
Is cycle just a continuum of endings?
Is there an answer to the question of life ?
And is that answer participation ?
- Jerry Wendt 2008

1 comment:

Lou said...

Snow, slush, water, bud.
Flower, seed, rot, spring.
Birth, life, death, birth.
Life is only a question
if we try to place the
elusive "I" at it's center,
if we try to modify its sublime
rhythm. "I" am here to experience, wonder and love.