Paths

 

Until my last breath
My last gasp
I will be here
Trying to explain

The simplicity
We have lost
In the mêlée
We maintain

And to say Adieu
As I go from here
I will shed no tear
As I will see you soon.

 

Stoic & Buddhist

Want

In this moment

This eternal moment

Wanton of nothing

Knowing speaks without words

Soft music is heard

Hearing without a listener

Words written and read

Creation without a creator

Peace speaks of perfection

Of heartbeat and breath

The simple beauty of only This

The Final Step

They say I am an odd one

Never fitting the square hole

Dismissive, and done

 

They say I am disconnected

Alienated to the world

Maybe mentally affected

 

Yet I am only this

Seeing beyond the words

Never a detail do I miss

 

And I love this world

Never so connected

The foundation unfurled

 

Every moment

I live to the last

Never did I own it

 

I used to see

I used to know

I used to watch

 

A simple shift

From watching

To being

 

One step

Forward

Now I am

 

(Stoic)

 

 

 

 

 

The Finding

Never seeing the loss
The saddest of all
Never to recall
The deepest cost

Left in childhood
What children know
Left as we grow
What we understood

Maybe we fall
By chance or fate
Maybe not too late
By Grace we recall

Instead of finding
Maybe turned around
Instead of life’s blinding
Maybe we are found

Stoic

Seeing

Seeing something bigger

Beyond you

Is humbling

 

In perspective issues fall

 

A life so full of beauty

Calls to one and all

If we but heed the call

 

And I am here

 

Witness to creation

A world forlorn

Every sun and moon rise

 

A heart reborn

 

Stoic

Seeds

In secret places seeds may fall

Fertile soil beyond the wall

Planted in time they will grow

Yet we may never know

 

Anger’s weeds are fast to bloom

Fear allows the growing room

Shame to feed the subtle shoots

Pride digs deep its roots

 

Slowly sometimes roses bloom

Pushing up from the tomb

Vines climb from deep within

Atop a wall to begin again

 

Stoic

What Matters

 

Why can we not begin each day as if it was our first?

Why do we carry, a dead past forward?

That is gone, and this is this

I greet you anew, as you do too

 

Past never was

Only now

Face to face

Matters