Something that fails
the wisdom of the wise,
they see them fall
and I see them rise.
Silent are the winds,
and silent is the sky.
A heart does matter,
it keeps us alive.
Some words unspoken
and a few of the choice,
It is the words that matter,
and spring a great delight.
Nature sees it through
in the bees and the birds,
and a few who feel,
they speak the same words
There, in the firmament
of the heavenly space-time.
the light may get bent
yet it continues to shine.
The words of the Nous
and the words of our psyche,
The good attracts us all
and the like attracts the like.