From the stillness
of an eternal ocean,
a great wind rises
and screams
at the silence.
A rebel is born
who calls forth
the seeds of
mortal creation
and destruction.
And in the guise of
virtue,
spins illusions
of a flawless
future.
But the ageless waters
wait in silence
for the
insurgent spirit
to fade.
And after
all motion passes,
the ripples disappear
off the surface
of the timeless.
-by Lyman Ditson