Basic Futility!
One rests in
Ironic glee—
The unsought terminus
Is upon one
As the pure stream
Resumes once more
Its unceasing readiness
To flow and heal,
Like Nature's movement
In the birds, the trees,
The wind, sky and sun—
Rest knowing
The Pursuits
Are in vain,
For the impenetrable field,
The Love, is unending and always
Here.
MS21
The Impenetrable Field No.1 - 2021 |