great optimism for the future rises with me each morning
despite the demolish one can so easily find
anywhere with roaming eyes peaked ears savoring tongue
do not fall for these senses
behind them all divine law reigns turning
as if controlled by human design when in fact when these humans
see the great wheel all experience becomes immediacy
a need so rich it pulses above all other sight and sound
to become what it always has been
beauty constantly wells up