Poetry

Knowledge, much like chai
 Must be brewed well
 Before it is poured

I have an idea
That ideas bend
Like light in a prism
And time at the end

I need no reason
Not one for me to sing
The praises of the One Who makes me 
One with everything 

Who needs a reason 
When all I’ll ever need 
Is in the passing season and the 
Splitting of a seed

In life’s journey, there’s
 no companion more faithful
 than contentment.

Let the dusk wash over me
And plunge me into darkness for
Without is how I am within
It’s not the sun I’m longing for
I long for One Who lets me rise
To soak it in

Be careful the good that you do
Doesn’t find its beginnings in you
Lest you stumble down potholes of sin
As you look up to how good you’ve been

The dawn time silence sings its song
Of one creation all along
The grassy banks and mossy beds
Where yellow rattles toss their heads
Submitting now to witness later
The Sweetnesses of One Creator

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Let every joy be rooted in
 A joy that never dies
 That when the former fades away
 The latter dries your eyes

Love your country dearly
A love never forgotten
But like all loves, don’t spoil it
For then it becomes rotten

I'm not that quick
I'm not that smart
No super skills
No fancy art
But I can sit
And I can wait
For goodness tends
To walk in late

And I can wait