Think of the phoenix coming up out of the ashes,
but not flying off.
For a moment we have form. We cannot see.
How can we be conscious and you be conscious
at the same time and desparate ?
Copper when an alchemist works on it
loses it’s copper qualities
Seeds in spring begin to be trees. No longer seed.
Brushwood put in the fire changes
The snow-world melts.
You step in my footprint, and it is gone.
It is not that I have done anything
to deserve this attention from you.
Predestination and freewill, we an cargue them,
but they are only ideas.
What is real is a presence, like Shams.
The Living Room 