The soft sound of a river
Makes One’s skin quiver
The depth of the ocean
Is as deep as One’s devotion
The blaze of a fire
Is as loud as One’s desire
The smell of the burning
Is One’s thoughts churning
The howls of the gale
Are a psalm that makes One pale
The gusts of a hurricane
Are One’s reaction to pain
The flash of the aether
Makes One feel quite safer
To the contrary though
Some may fear the glow
The shakes of the hard quakes
Are the outcries One makes
The slide of a mountain side
May the pain of One hide
All is One, One is All
Souls echo to the call
In the end, we all fall
(11/11/2007)
Michael Koelliker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-13/
