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