Why Did He...?

They became aware of all their suffering.
Musing through belated days of spring.
Summer turning toward an autumn sky.
The essence of the colors never lied.
Then why did he...?

Turning love into a profit.
Building yet another rocket.
Put your best foot forward
and the worst would surely follow -
so he lived.

The left or right are not reality.
The wholeness lingers in the in-between.
Mystery to misery, the meaning incomplete.
Sweet and soft or deep and bold,
vibrations change the young and old.

The intellect was cruel and cold,
isolating sparks of the divine.
Pruning back the branches that
were always reaching for eternal skies.
Unrecognized, the prophecy so wise.

Musing through belated days of spring.
Summer turning toward an autumn sky.
The essence of the colors never lied.
Then why did he...?

? Michaelette ?

8/6/2003
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