the mountains may howl like wild dogs of the desert nights <br />but wake up, focus, and listen <br />for in reality they are not but only creations of the fears of your mind <br />sounds are as deceiving as the limitations of the eye where <br /> <br />the hands skilled in deception can very well deceive the deceiver <br />of things that you must understand do not attempt to overwork <br />things settle, mud in water, dust on leaves and furniture <br />keep on waiting like a monk facing the first morning light <br /> <br />let things simmer, let your tongue savor the breathing of the soul <br />be the patient receiver, indulge in the luxury of silence, <br />no one knows perfectly what is right, what is good, what is beautiful <br />everyone are relatives, as everything is, one point of view to another <br /> <br />one's freedom fighter is another man's terrorist <br />one woman's lover is another woman's infidel.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peroration-at-5-43-a-m/
