The Great Hall

They all enter into the great hall

The short ,the tall

The great, the small

The slim and the fat

The arrogant, the wise

The great, the humble

The proud, the ignorant

and those full of lies,

The collectors,

and those who love to possess,

The simple and the complex,

The difficult, and those who love sex

The strong, the weak

The idiot and the freak

The beautiful and the plain

The sane and the insane

The angry and those morose or sad

The sick, the well,

The good, the blind

The coarse, the fine

The ones which life made glad,

and who were good to life as well,

They all enter the great hall

and here they are simply all the same.

The only difference being each has a name
to identify the part

but they are all still just a part of the larger whole .

And those left behind embrace or battle with the snake

and wage the war of give and take

before they too can climb the stair

and over or under the wall

or through the gate

Into the great

and lofty hall

that leads

to different destinations.

From “Picture Book of Poetree” by PWChaltas.

The Plain of Light

Morning hours before dawn

In contemplation of the Tree,

years ago with closed eyes

and tears of patience.
The path upward impairs ,

is tiring , dizzying

and absorbing.
It weakens the legs

and they border on collapse.
Then a light so bright illuminates the eyes

and fully floods them from within.
A brightness so great

that all that is perceived,

is the plain

on the horizon

and nothing more except

the joy of an incredible lightness

and a wonderous illumination

that bathes & soothes.
In a blink, like a novice

on a tightrope who realizes where he is …A switch,

and the light is lost.

The peace ,

weightless joy,

and renewal remain .
I have not been there since.

From “Seeds of Self Fulfillment .Work of Love . Part 1” by PWChaltas

As per “On the Other Hand”‘s request here is :

Mrs Pavlov’s Reply

Mrs. Pavlov is laid out in her bed.

Pavlov is next to her

asleep, almost dead .

Mrs. Pavlov is waiting.

She stares directly

at the bald spot on his head.

The dog is now barking,

but Pavlov .

he just wont wake up.

It seems the bells of desire

tonight

just refuse to ring,

but Mrs. Pavlov ,

she still loves him .

That’s the thing.

Some appropriate Pavlovian Music below:

Nice work Ami