23 November 2012



The three great mysteries

Life, love and death

Compass all

Our little knowledge

Borne like jewels

Is of no advantage

In the face of the unknown

Deep in the heart of the sun

The sound of tiny hammers

Beating on golden anvils

Forged in the fragility of being

Ring in a single wavering note

They are pounding out our lives

With the finest of intentions

In the hope we will survive 


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