Consumed

Watch, watch that heart that blooms and becomes the spectacle of your being
just as the rose becomes the spectacle of the morning's dawn

Every sunrise can cause an awe, for there is more to it than its visual splendor
It is that essence calling out to the observer: I am here.

One is caught up in mud, yet faces up and sees the light.
While another lives in the castle, sticking its head in vinegar

Can you tell the difference between the two?

One is consumed in essence
the other in daily affairs.

One only sees love
The other the dust settling on his crown.


One is a true king
The other just another slave