Unbalanced World

Peaceful

Where what is taken
Means more than given
Where gain is more
Than sacrifice

Where another is less
And then forsaken
Where keeping score
Becomes the price

Where love when tallied
Means what is breaking
And Love costs more
Than the sacrifice

Stoic.

 

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A Word On Words

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I speak, and a past floods
From your ears to a memory
Your past accessed
Yours not mine

You nod in understanding
A thought of your own, in time
A unique perspective
That was never mine

I talk and you listen
But mouth to ears are veiled
Until time and memories stop
When we are the same

When words are not needed

Healing

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A sigh revealed

Too long covered

Virtue and sin

Melded to one

Earth and sky

Taste of life

And knowing is

The return of love

 

 

Just An Explanation

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courtesy of: http://rajatahlawat.blogspot.com

 

Preface:

 

I am a man of few words

Often trying to point

Trying to explain in staccato

 

Words may confuse

Often obtuse, without reference

Unless known, or felt

 

So now I open the book;

A gentle conversation:

 

 

A conversation where more is better

We all seem to be about more:

 

_/|\_

 

I see beauty in all things

I see love in what is unloved

To be unloved, means to me

That something was once loved

 

And remains

 

I see peace in anger and war

Without either, there is not the other

And I know joy in sorrow

For one cannot be without another

 

Bound as one

 

There is no separation in life

Tension lives in opposites

In Life itself, and beyond

And we are here, now

 

We always were

 

If I can open my heart to you

Forget the argument, the words

I can maybe see, your side

As we sit here face to face

 

Open and vulnerable

 

Though we disagree, we see

I look into your eyes

And you are me, who I was

And I understand

 

You do not need to

 

If only I can see clearly

It is enough for now

If only one knows the truth

Others will follow

 

At least it is a start.

 

Daily

I see and love

I understand,  I try

Unmoved in my seeing

In the least of these

 

I do not; I cannot, judge

Every breath a gift

Yet I cannot rest

Even if not for me

 

Others abound

And I fail into my,”Life.”

My Wants go

My Concerns go

 

I am for you.

I have always been

For in you, I am

You may be

 

Someone I know

Or a stranger

You may be Him

How can I know?

 

And I realize

“You,” are in all

Every touch I give

Every heart I know

 

I am Yours.

The Dark Night

 

We all know it

Have felt it

Have lived it

 

The Dark Night

 

No matter what we do

Never enough

And we recede to

 

The Dark Night

 

We do our best

Give our all

Our life divest to

 

The Dark Night

 

One day, just once

We may see

Clearly, just once

 

The Dark Night

 

And John knew it

Falling down, down

It is okay, really

 

Within the Dark Night

 

When you do

You finally see

Finally understand

 

Within the luminous night

 

That you are fine

You have always been

We have always been

 

In Pure light

 

So, we do what we do

With understanding

We are still here

 

We are light

 

And we accept, all

Because we are all

And we live

 

We always have

 

And the Crucifixion is

A simile, a guide in life

What we die to; this

 

Because we are

 

We die to averice, to need

We die to the past

We live, we live, we live

 

Because we have always been

But we have forgotten. _/|\_

 

 

Words

 

 

Speak to me with meaning,

your words and meanings clear,

not with imagined feelings,

you might think I want to hear.

 

Trust that I will understand,

what you feel you now must say,

not with words that you have planned,

to hold emotions at bay.

 

Speak to me with meaning,

let this one thing in life be true,

with a world so full of scheming,

at least let me trust in you.

 

Stoic