Seeing

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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

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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.

 

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

Stroll

 

 

The paths I have trodden, decisions I have made,

roads often barely travelled, unmarked and vague,

loves I have known, not always given nor received,

following my heart, in what I believed.

 

Shattered dreams and victories, all have been known,

throughout the years, the man has truly grown,

a small boy remains, on the path, unchanged,

until nothing but a fading memory remains.

 

Stoic