As we discover who we are,
our perspective changes.
As our perspective changes,
we are born into a new reality.
As a newborn in a new reality,
we explore our new world.
We discover more of who we are,
and our perspective changes again.
In this way, we are resurrected
countless times before we die.
Dear Mr. Chair
ReplyDeleteI like your gold hair
It reminds me of
An Egyptian mosaic
Both arms squat
Open for the ghost
While the orientalist
Lamp waits on you
Alight in the light
Haze from those windows
[Disposable Poem November 13, 2009]
Dr. Mike