Our Path

Our path is a lonely one,

And at times it is treacherous.

So much has been lost,

Ancient knowledge,

A Treacherous Path

A Treacherous Path (Photo credit http://mikesthailandtravels.blogspot.com/)

Traditions of teaching.

Mentors, what are they?

We are the generation

That must mentor itself;

Starting from scratch,

Sniffing for clues,

As to the true nature

Of reality.

Because our forebears

Have have been overcome,

Or neglected their duties,

To pass on the wisdom

Of our people;

And those who came.

And so we sniff for clues,

Scratch at the dirt,

Peek inside.

Avoid the prying eyes

Of a consciousness that does not accept

The underlying truths,

The self-evident realities,

Hidden in every corner,

That we don’t believe in;

And don’t see.

So now we know

Why we must hold onto each other

With all our might.

We are all we have.

The chain will not be broken,

Because we will not let go.

It does not end;

And neither do we.

Is Terrorism a Joke?

Don’t think that I think terrorism is a joke.

That’s the farthest thing from the truth.

I am in fact hyper-vigilant for all of our sakes.

Errorist!

Errorist!

I eyeball every neighbor,

I suspect every co-worker,

I analyze accents for clues to true origins,

I check in the car,

In the guest house,

In the pantry,

In the closet,

Even under the bed.

One never can be too sure.

What is Love?

What is love?

It isn’t something that has limits,

Distance doesn’t affect love,

Time doesn’t affect love,

It is patient,

It is persistent,

It isn’t control,

It is freedom with security,

It can’t be destroyed,

But it can be created,

It is just a connection,

It may have already existed,

It may be a new connection,

It doesn’t cost anything,

It isn’t heavy,

It lifts you up,

It doesn’t take,

It just gives,

It doesn’t take up space,

It just fills space,

With music,

Resonance,

Vibrations,

Like the ones in your heart,

It is the music of the universe,

That’s all the universe is,

That is why I have enough love for everyone,

Love is free,

And I make it out of nothing.

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P.S. Thanks to Arbor T Elf for his additions/help/guidance.

Linger

Cherished moments linger on

I look to faces soon to be gone,

My moment briefly came and passed,

Reality sets in so hard and fast,

I’ve lived with passion, a spark of flame,

Ignited by love and hope and pain,

It’s embers glow with dying light,

Thoughts linger still this starry night,

I could have been most anything,

The sky called my heart,

But not my brain,

It was short and sweet, and passed so quick,

My life will be no more than this,

I’ve fallen from my lofty perch,

The world came crashing home it hurt,

The life I knew is gone tomorrow,

I’ve never known a greater sorrow.

Note: I wrote this poem 17 years ago – perhaps others can relate and it will help them. I’ve come so far since then. We all will grow I think. Peace and love brothers and sisters!

Keep Waving

How many waves can one man make?

How many souls can one tree shake?

How many apples are rotten to the core?

How could we possibly need any more?

Where are the healthy?

Where are the sane?

Where are the seeds?

Of love and pain?

Where are the heroes doing good deeds?

Are they all gone or just lost in the reads?

Could it be that all is lost?

Is this a story written by Faust?

Or is there hope along the way?

Another soul with whom to lay?