The round stone eye,
The smudge of the trees,
On the horizon
The end of beginnings,
The end of clouds,
The end of difficult words,
That anchor the hand to the paper
Begin again,
And again,
The right to burn,
The right to live,
The flat paper in your hands,
You choose,
To begin or end
Begin again,
Learn your thoughts,
Train your mind,
Always feeling scattered.
