On The F r i n g e s of E n l i g h t e n m e n t
I am the beginning’s mind
In love with many possibilities
So I became a poet
Without accepting the fact
That everything changes
We are impotent
We cannot find perfect composure
Life is a koan ready to be experienced
Transience is that nature
And nurture of the game
Art is like the discipline
Of creating a reoccurring situation
Where the world is its own magic
And we are visitors, it’s that simple
So won’t you stay for a while?
Everything is perfect
And understanding yourself
Allows you to understand everything
And ultimately, we must exist
Right here and now
I am the beginner at love
For only recently
Did I recognize her everywhere.