Morning 5/29/17

This fragile home for one
Vision guided by one pair of eyes
Behold the guiding light of dawn
through the gray haze of June

Hangnail moon
watching you wish to disappear
Your light still guiding
at such late hours

If a voice could heal
I would be from your glorious chants

I must allow myself to believe in possibility.

Do the finite-self and infinite-self
both seek the same end?

How does one act upon knowledge?

Souls swirling in a vortex
Matter taken and rebuilding