Thursday, October 3, 2013

Three Kinds

Those who dance to The Tune
As the living dead,
Will eat from the spoon
Of any talking head.

And the one who isolates himself
Seeks his own desire.
And he will rue the day
His works are eaten by fire.

But he who knows the Truth
The Truth has set free.
They know Love like no other
And they live purposefully.

1 comment:

  1. Well said. I always like your poetry, and this is very true.