Ember

Within this swirl of molecules,
There is a spark of mind,
Concealed in this world of fools,
So difficult to find.

This Mind, in silent stillness lies,
An Ember in its fire:
The silent stillness of the wise
Surrounded by desire.

For more of this and more of that
The raging fire burns.
For less of this and less of that,
The glowing Ember yearns.

Is there out there somewhere,
A pair of searching eyes
Looking through our swirling lives
For the stillness of the wise?
KennyDN www.kennydn.com