The illmet bum in his raggety garb Stomach shrunk pinky-sized, With his long uneven barb Sitting on the stoop stop Head run over lollipop The little girl in the window sits and combs letting her fingers run through the soft, lush forest of time with trees that sway to the beat of the heart with many tracks of decent and deception, love and joy, hate and disappointment, merely two sides of the coin of life in which people strife for realization but what they have is superficial manifestation of their desires Which burn like hot fires flooding through the countryside where life still lives generously and gives the experience of sweet surrender
