I see this holy place above me,
though for me I sit around the fire,
watching the sparks fly.
As all the world seeks without
the inner meaning;
conjures, conjectures
and generally does nothing.
Beside the ocean
where the trees meet the beaches,
the distances between us
seem enormous.
The likelihood of universality
is but sparks in the wind,
or stars scattered across the heavens.
I feel at home alone,
the noise of humanity gone.
The sound of what was here before
takes me inside
and shows me paths,
new ways to live.
Living is the whole point
as far as I’m concerned.
One day,
we will realize
that we are all but
dying embers beneath the sky,
beside the ocean,
within ourselves.
Our time is so short,
but together,
a bonfire to dispel the darkness.
HG – 1995-2000
