All Is All Poem by Cee Bea

It starts with the wind
and ends with the sun
belonging to the bare
black and subtle
lives we all lead.

I love the smiles,
the sight of the
naked truths.

we are at the will
of everything
we don't want to know.

I suppose thats ok
for others

who may and do seek
shelter from winds
that restore, or storms
that cleanse without
bias and with absolute
beauty.

the slideshows
portray my indifference
to those who deny
that all, is all
we were ever given.