One

If one were only one

Than solitary would be contrary

Since to be one needs more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One

In reflecting the impermanence of the one sky

While the moon’s light dwells by - so casually

Amongst the wisps of white travelers; sailing

One disowns life’s encumbrances

And marries instead the notion to fly

Across the spectrum – so beautifully!

 

For neither the one worshipper nor the one reveler

Shall seek need for long remembrances.