CONTEMPLATION

Tune: Those Were the Days

When in the midst of strife

The other strikes my life

And that encounter 

Will not let me flee

It’s then I honor him 

Though he be foe or friend

And I become the 

All that is not me.

And in my past I find

The fatefulness of time

But then a transfor-

mation comes to me

I then begin my poem

In mystery alone

And I am Adam

In all History

And the Not-yet I see

Is cut from under me

So fast it comes as 

Possibility

Then my reality

Is change externally

And I become the 

All of yet to be

And deep within I see

The fact that I just be

And unrepeatably

This one this self

Free passion then I live

My depthless life I give

I find that I be

Being in myself.