In Due Time

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Years are but grains of sand
On an never ending beach
Eventually washed away
Tides of life ever changing
Yet I remain on distant shores
Ever to remember home

Tides set adrift, drifting apart
In the flow without direction
Currents know the reason
Trust and surrender to it all
Resistance suffers no cause
Returning home in due season

 

 

 

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Virus

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I am this virus I will not spread
Of wild abandon living in my head

I am the secret inside of dreams
The memories that make you scream

I am insanity you fear and dread
Without reason you chose instead

I am the voice, visions you have seen
The thoughts, that of what has been

I am, I am, I am, and I am in your head
Because I love before life’s dread

I am only this and have never been
And I am the one on which you lean.

Stoic.

 

 

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

The Final Step

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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)

 

 

 

 

 

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:

 

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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.