They looked at me like innocent children.
\nLike students and orphans
\nin their two-dimensional world.
\nOne child was rhapsody,
\nanother diaphanous as a shadow.
\nMany of them rubbed their eyes from sleep.
\nTheir dream almost lost asking who I was.
\nTheir heart’s father.
\nNone ever to be cast away.
\nLost in the wilderness of the world.<\/p>\n
I must pick a few.
\nA chorus for the rest.
\nNot understanding exactly what it was
\nto be written.
\nTo be separated from yourself.
\nBut that is what was created,
\nan image in the mirror,
\nnotes as valid as any mathematics.
\nTo reach the edge of a beach
\nwhere emptiness invites you
\nto enter the waves,
\nand discover the fountainhead
\nfrom which you’re born.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They looked at me like innocent children. Like students and orphans in their two-dimensional world. One child was rhapsody, another diaphanous as a shadow. Many…<\/p>\n