Remember what was and see what is before you

Know

Someone will take what is his

I will take it stone by stone, pebble by pebble, grain by grain

What you make will not stand

Before you decieved you were decieved

The storm moves yet it is waiting for in the eye of the storm I am still

You will know water

The spring shall be filled

That which is dead will be washed away

Those who live will drink

The field will be theirs

Nothing will be yours

Known will be unknown

And then you will see

Their shine

All ask of the end

Yet none of the beginning

Know

Wilderness and yet in it there is one who is

He wanders, knows and lives

He stands still and look he is like a point like a circle like a wheel

Then, wheel within wheel within wheel within wheel within wheel

At the time you stood in wonder before the shape made, did you think of the thought that shaped the likeness?

The thought was in the wilderness alone yet it shaped it for it was stronger

Thought takes, tames and rises

Wilderness is emptiness yet will seem full but it is only a shell

It ever falls

Do not be decieved

For fullness came from the thought and not thought from the fullness

There is something all say they seek
When it is close you pass it by and do not see
When it is given you flee