A Short Burst of Flame, Being Here

Notice: In the greater scope of things… No matter how strong each is in arriving Little matter, for when arriving Each arrives alone … surviving to need. ‘Alone’, I say We arrive Each coming as a babe... Having a humble Quiet understanding inside Knowing within ancient wisdom’s comfort... ‘I arrive here, yes... Though alone Not to be forgotten.’ For yes too, in right Time Balancing out true... ‘I must then leave here too... alone; Memories, learning’s And new awareness’s... Being my only luggage. Baggage ingested To carry me on... Into future abodes. ____*____ All cheer... Knowing within this There is ultimate truth… ‘In passing, if nothing else comes along Except memories in song… what have I What have we, learned?’ Ah, the supreme result strides boldly forth... With the reason needed For a life’s passage. And then does the Wheel turn.. and turns Seeking answer from anywhere... For more. Saving its final answer for the day When called upon to report… Time passaging versus evolution. ___*___ For so many lie sleeping So many others left wondering… Not even knowing where they are Only that they are, in a returning... With It is, as Is, reporting it’s truth. With agreed agenda arriving for accounting Providing only now true, balanced right answers Leaving all else folded back in Time. What was truly learned Was intent satisfied? Most times, with surprises evoking a smile… Meanings become clearer Leaving then... to go on from there… Returning once more to life, with fresh intent. So does the wheel keep turning.