Twelve

When it ends, wait for it,
Come it will and end it will
To come again.
Soak in it,
let every pore
breathe again.

Eleven

At times I witness
Both the light within
And that
without.
Then love is the path
For those
who long
to step out.

Ten

The whole thing rolls
By the unseen force
In us,
not paying heed
To impulse,
to insight.
It simply rolls.