Student

Don't need to point the way, though may it be revealed

When the students ready, they say, the master will appear

You can steer clear completely, handle life discreetly

Connect with essential forces in a desert teepee

It's full until it's empty, clean unless it's messy

Opposites can polarize and both poles dance within me

But if Angels oversee all of the oversea activity,

Why is it the power courses through these western cities?

Why is it ingenious ideas fade back into history?

And those who feel the need to question drape themselves in mystery?

Don't mimic what's elaborate;

Like movie trailers, tease me

Read the words that just occured,

And seek an understanding

But how, even remotely, could the mind composed of limit

Grasp the composition of creation made in image?

I know the questions weigh the mind until it's laden, heavy

As pencil tips derive and drip the fact you aren't ready

For

Verbal Serengeti, 

Punctuation of Pompey.

Lava flow, 

immortal soul, 

a gesture of dismay.

For every pretty penny 

that you dared to throw away

How often did you dare 

To bring about a brighter day

?????