40 Year Flood


Itís just a mist

That blankets your vision.

No shadowy figures

Should taint your decision


Pain is indeed

Caused by desire.

Wishes are wood

On your painful pyre.


Accept and embrace;

Flow.  Let it be.

This current canít be directed

The ego must see:


The River of Life

Lays Truth at your door:

Will you see answers

Or debris to ignore?