Unknown artist on path toward no attainment looking back at none ending up all the same at the end as not begun now wondering is never seen the same as never done?
Midsummer's day high up to just below the eaves dripping sweet raindrops of pure feeling.
And then again with nightfall a warm curtain falls
From out there somewhere a vibrating voice calls
No, not ghostly.
It's Life - strumming on the strings of Earth.