All of them were gazing at
The candles and in to the mirror
Of meditation
and they paid no
attention to what was
Happening to their dreams
The stars have turned into bullets
And the cool springs and streams
Into thorn and boxthorn and they
Sowed seeds of the hope in
Lands of dust and sand
But when the
sun of green hope
Rose in the skies of
Their souls
They began to paint on
The mirrors of their hearts
That delighted
Their inner selves :
Mirrors of agate
Candles of crystal
And stars and moons
Of safety and security.
