Why hunger,
Why existential pain?
Is the current truth a fake ?
Should we empathize with pigs ?
Why are cell phones
named after nature’s fruit ?
And who does the child
as an adult look
for ?
What is it about nature
and the lake?
Views
We
All have different views :
Some view from above
And
Some from below .
some look back and
some straight ahead
some north or south and
some east or west
some look
Inside and
Some look
outside
some in darkness
some in light
some see from youth
And some see from
Oncoming death but
None
Except through faith
can
easily see it all ,
as it is ,
one ,
one
and
the same .
Void Voice
I was tired
you gave me rest .
I was desolate
consumed by a void
till I heard
A silent sacred voice
Spilling into it
so very clearly
In a sparkling flow
Peace relieve me.
Grief let me learn to
live with less .
Give me more of that
stark and simple insight
courage
so that I can
Openly confess
that all is one .
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Love in Now
Touch this body
Touch this mind
Take my hand
and let’s embrace
each other from inside
I am here
I am yours and you
Are mine
and There’s only
Just a point of vacant space
and time
left for all our loving ,
Left for this love we’ve made
Thoughout the years
Sharing, serving secrets
in the dark
and if tomorrow
In a flash of morning
sparks
This all
just ends
And
This body you have held
Is lowered softly
with the simple earth to meld ,
Just a measured breath
graced by loving angels
then
What matters is
Our love in now
so lets love again
and it will be alright
Love each other
Deep tonight
Once again
enfolding body soul and mind
So sweetly in this dark
Thats lit by love
and burning candles .
Your hands are mine
And mine are yours
This Love of mine ,
this love of yours .
Here together in
this flowing river
we call time .
Your Taste
You and I ,
the same ,
Occupy
Undifferentiated
Raw corners of existence .
Treading
An ephemeral
Step, this footprint
Time and earth cover,
Excavated only
by fate and
enduring heart.
HE knew his time
WAS limited
nature had made it
That way…with
Only certain
windows
to see light of day
So he opened his
Eyes wide …composing
saying what he had to say
before a coming of
Eternal closing on final shrouding day
She smote him
In right
Temple
And then tender
Through a half awakened
Heart
In corporal bliss and
So turned linen sheet to
TABLE of
FULL and SACRED red .
There was once a young boy
who
had a friend .
Sanguine one
you sing a dirge ,
gave way
to urge ,
you wipe the blood
from blade ,
& pale blue brow ,
from mop wet
bloodied head ,
And all around
the people howl
like animals .
Howl ye Howl ye now :
The king is dead .
His purple raiment
all stained
& soaked with red .
PWChaltas 