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

Eternal

 

This moment eternal

Past, Present, and future

Combined

Never in time

Not infinite, as distance

Only here and now

 

Stringing thoughts

One to the next

A line is drawn

From here to there

What never was is

An illusion for us

 

Birth, Living, Death

Always in time

Just not now, someday

Yet, if all of life is here

If it always was

Then maybe, just maybe

 

We were never born

Never as we thought

And never die

All the universe

Contained in this moment

Everywhere is now

 

So we come and go

Thinking we may know

But never what was so.

Just An Explanation

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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.

 

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.

Missed

 

What will I miss?

 

Not the travesty of life

The uncaring hordes

Those trampled underfoot

 

Not the mindless cruelty

Levelled on the innocent

By those clad in ego and suits

 

Not the anguish every day

That I was here, and others not

That I could not save

 

I will miss dawns filled with mist

Soft silence, in wooded places

Solace in solitude

 

I will miss all mankind

In all their degrees

Praying they may learn

 

I will miss the pain

The pain that taught me

That I lived