Do Nothing
I do nothing other than weep;
Even then it's not me weeping -
But the howling of the godless night:
Take me, take me!
I know nothing other than this:
The dying embers of forgotten hearths.
How many aeons spread their wings,
As if to shelter me from harm?
In truth, there's nothing that can't be undone!
When I arise I also do naught
But that which arises within me -
It's never me that decides to cohere.
But always something, always Something
Moving me ever forward, onward -
Nothing but the fires of Home.
- - - - - - -
And I do nothing other than weep
For those abandoned at the edge of beyond -
Thinking there's something they still haven't done.
Steve Slimm
18/03/2020
I do nothing other than weep;
Even then it's not me weeping -
But the howling of the godless night:
Take me, take me!
I know nothing other than this:
The dying embers of forgotten hearths.
How many aeons spread their wings,
As if to shelter me from harm?
In truth, there's nothing that can't be undone!
When I arise I also do naught
But that which arises within me -
It's never me that decides to cohere.
But always something, always Something
Moving me ever forward, onward -
Nothing but the fires of Home.
- - - - - - -
And I do nothing other than weep
For those abandoned at the edge of beyond -
Thinking there's something they still haven't done.
Steve Slimm
18/03/2020