Eighteen

All guarded, you want to reach out.
What you give is what you get, dear!
The milk of kindness flows
But not to those who put
their mouth in the sand.

Seventeen

It’s that time now
To take in its spirit
And its melody
And not fall asleep.
That’s not done.

Fourteen

Image F G Worton

To wake up each day is
to sift all of one’s self
In the light
Shone from the pure ones.

Verse by Aliashesh

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.

Ten

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