Billions of Sentient Beings

Billions of Beings

Bless the World

Tragically

Fated

An anonymous death

And solitary suffering

Another chapter, another book

Another story

Another day, one of 10,000 past

These treetops shinning quietly out my window

Present a view seen from a Kings palace

Or a peasants hut

My mind tries to embrace

The independent sentience of this world

The consciousness of this worm crawling across the ground

Or of this rabbit nibbling on the lawn

Or the birds flying across the view

A world of unending sentience

Locked forever behind a fragile pain of glass

We race forward hurriedly, inexorably

Impatient to reach our destinations

Never ever realizing that the final destination

Is always the same, and all we ever had

Was the fleeting moments of reaching beyond

Seasons

Odd Ends: Perennial Poesy along the Way

2005