12 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 040 Measure of the swing

As above, so below; as below, so above, the pendulum swings
two extremes of the same event and here I hear them sing
to set aside the obstacles which hide the unknown from view
so that I can catch a glimpse of the other side, back to what I knew

Everything moves, everything vibrates, nothing is really at rest
I had no choice but to follow the piper or continued to be depressed
The measure of the swing to the left is the measure of the swing to the right
The rhythm of nature wraps me between, so everything’s alright

The sun is so bright; the skies are so blue, birds sing as they fly by
their wings add sounds that tell of love true, so who could be lonely, not I