Fence
For a second I had the dream of I As seen from the perspective of a higher I Put down into this world to see See what it is to truly become free Walks the earth not much different than others A bit distant from his sisters brothers fathers and mothers He is there just as much as is the need A subtle odd something they perceive In between certain destined things He mostly patiently awaits the growth of wings Fall he needed a few hundred times As the light is defined by darkness of these kinds Died many times and still he dies today The abiding loss of what is not the self, the way Recognizing what is neither here yet always stays, Loss is no more as springs forth eternal gains Here to play the game of light and dark Pleasure and pain, sun and rain Have and have not, reality And yet it's not the same What was before mere grasping, Has become more real then sense What has been before unlasting, Is a field of play, surrounded by a fence