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
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Healing
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
Ireland
On the misty mountains
Secrets dwell
Through greenest valleys
And moss strewn Dells
Legends lived
And linger still
We are drawn to home
And we always will
Land Of Dreams
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Nothing is, as it seems
Veiled and false
In this land of dreams
Beauty covers pain
Deeply hidden
No one is to blame
What you may want
Others become
Farther from the Fonte
Cut the subtle vein
The horror within
As life yields to pain
And awaken, please
From this play
You have the keys
Stoic
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.
Sometimes
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This book is not an easy one
A translation of an ancient script
Something lost across the years
The rain beats on the windows
Spring branches tap their song
Full of unborn life in buds
Sometimes, just sometimes
Everything fits, no lost pieces
A puzzle that never was that
And the rain beats
Branches sing along
As words blur in perfection
The Custodians
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We were given a gift
The world to command
All Wisdom in our hands
If the World was without us
How would it be less?
We were gifted the One
Self-aware and absorbed
Yet we are so blind
Ego raised to an art
A World set apart
And we raped it all
The world without Man
Nature’s balance
As it was planned
What was the gift
We gave?
What did we offer?
If we never were
Life would have endured
Ensured as designed
Yet we were, we are
Lost in ourselves
Until the bitter end
