Koan-like

I arrive from the forgotten
through birth to a deception
that shrivels me as blight upon the rose,
therefore I shrink from what I think.

Half sought am I, half caught
as if plucked from a thorny stem;
eternity has subtle ways
of changing what the brain has wrought
by freeing us from chains of thought.

     

Copyright 2011 by Roy K. Austin