wo – poetry week 8 – Emergence

emerge from within

settle back down to earth

adjusting your eyes

what do you see now?

did you build what dreams may come?

there, sits a tea house

i see it scatter

each piece beautifully diverse


i see it gather

Angles ColLiDe LifTinG MouNtaiNs


i see a tea house

rising out of the chaos


structure grows freedom

for a box won’t hold it all

would be too heavy

find freedom in form

and form your freedom within

will help you function

for if form fits function

and the function is our lives

form must be infinite

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