' Christmas in New York '...

Warmth has been our friend, lo, these many days..

The winds of summer still flow across our faces..

Perhaps, it is just the body and mind finally conceding their jurisdiction..

The pains of winter have not yet given their Christmas gift..

Brown still reigns and white is yet to attack..

Green has died but will be reincarnated again soon..

We are all of these colors and fahrenheits..

We flow as wind..

We drop as snow..

We cover the living creation..

We see the opposites that become the circle..

Life and death are the circle within the dreams..

They are both false but give us the notion of time..

Time and pain are the chalk upon the board,

the eraser is Reality...



- thomas