by Roy D Austiin
The eternal waiter, smiles and pours the wine
that we, my friend must taste before we dine,
until the tired motion of our feet
fall back into the street
that waits upon the waiting mind ;
lets not talk too much or walk
towards the public clocks, that tick
tomorrow towards the wrong sun -
lets move toward the inward light of our own sun,
we gobble up existence when we run.
The insane grasp of our in-built greed-
the whole structure of our being
the sad gold - rush of our need,
yet our world keeps turning at the same speed
and going nowhere, is guaranteed.
Does mother earth hold the secret
of our fulfillment - to change direction,
is her patience revealed in endless orbits?
From inward growth comes her perfection
endlessly waiting upon us.
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