Moods

I meditate on
The silent, silent sound;
The sexual spiritual
Semblance of a man--

The sound that echoes reason,
Treason,
Disease, and all that feeds
On emptiness and endlessness
And ceaseless busyness--

And somewhere in the din
Behind the howling wind,
A gentle warming breeze
Whispers quietly
The simple secret:

be

And it's clouded by the noise
Once again...

©Copyright 2007 Jason J. Loya
Note: This is my 100th post. I have had this blog since January 2, 2005.