richly unsatisfied
society so unaware
ever wondering
only farther lost
in the strangled clutch
of more and more people
the abyss smiles wider
at its victory
sitting quietly
I ponder
with much serious consideration
a stray little black dog
loping by
with brown eyes
such a sweet out cast
as the world
his latest adopter
bids reason
a lofty fair well
fear not
for the gate in the end
is truly gate less
just believe
as the soul knows its own truth
the notion that we are barred
is just a narrow minded
all too human illusion
so fear not
hope sits with us
in a garden of
infinite possibility.................
(written March 7, 2002 720 am)