The Burden of Change
What point in attack,
defense
and casting spells?
The harmless absorb
taking no harm.
The tolerant accept
the burden of change.
The people of goodwill
enable combatants
to leave their corners
without fear.
In wisdom we are One.
Security
I snuggled
in the warmth of my bed
Listening
to the aeolian harper
Singing
in the wires, in my head.
Seeing far
the storm come after
All that
remained unchanged
Whirling
through the universe
Destroying
o'er its wide range
Every obstruction
diverse.
My mind's
eye turned to the trail
Winding
up the hill to my door
Where a
figure struggled to prevail
Amidst rain,
lightning the winds roar
I rushed
to the door, threw it open
"Come in!
Come in! Come out of the storm!"
Soaked,
wind-whipped, lady of my heart
She stood
serene, light in her eyes,
And said
slowly, deliberately,
"Come out
into the storm."
"The storm
rages!" I quarreled
"Come out!
Come out into the storm!"
She walked
away while I sorrowed
That anyone
could be so shorn
Of good
sense and returned to bed
But come
the dawn
I knew who
it was that was wrong.
