Of Absolute Value
Some say there are no absolutes
Some say there are innumerable truths
I say it doesn't matter
I am absolutely here
And that's the truth
Having eaten of summer
The scent of autumn
Lay heavy in the breath of Earth
All that bloomed now dying and rotten
For that is the way of this worth
All relative these things we measure
Assigning value to this and that
Are children an everlasting pleasure
Does love really mean "never sad"
Fame and wealth, artifacts of time
Magic and religion artifacts of the mind
God and self artifacts of the soul
Life, bodies, feeling, and sensation artifacts of the
Body material
What value in being are these
Or their thoughts. Seems to me
Our nature is none of these