Moon Sight
A Waking Night Journey
Viper Viper bites the heel Injects ambition’s poison At our lowest point Garden The serpent of doubt, Tree of faith it twines, might be Just one and the same Spots Ambition reveals Most fatal fragilities And can’t wash its hands Goad The pain of being Is creation’s goad of gold Alloyed with its lead Clarity To live by learning Overflowing wealth of soul Gift of charity A Patient Dying A sweet dying man Has come to live beside me To live inside me