‘IT is Ordained
‘Dust thou art and to dust thou shall return
Be not slack for one bit moment
fuss not on a saltless bite
or soup like wetness in rice
One can see apples oranges sweet
in the lower shelf near the seat
vanishing invisible becoming unseen
not a plop to the ears from the scene
Like towers fell, is the fate same?
All that rises plays the Falling Game
all that is tall today , is to be tomorrow,small-
is it to degrade a name?
Cruel is not the sea? Ah’ ask Posiedon
He will tell the sea is made by man
A hell’ squeezing fish oil and gel….
building cities islands as tsunamis swell….
what strips of green’ what trees of shade
can one on water and sand make a glade?
O ‘Man so astray -time to Repent
Time to pray, Time to forgive Time to Turn
To the True Path The Straight Way’
the Candle has burned and cried all night
the wick is beginning to flicker’
O’Posiedon Tell Us ‘ Save All from the agony
Hearts are in pain souls are grieving like twisted wicker