Poems from the
Inside
Seek
the light of day . . .
Storm
Still the senses,
just be calm,
find the center.
The eye will spin again;
it will turn,
and come around again.
Just be still
here at the center,
an eye within a storm.
Do Not Be Overcome
Are you a pawn?
do not be overcome
by the grandeur of design . . .
There is,
and there is not,
yet there is only . . .
© D. Winter
November 25, 2007
