A Slow Death

One and all, we fear a slow death;
thinking about living in agony;
fear of struggling to get a breath;
and yet, all of it, is pure irony.

Our body begins its downward trail;
the very moment we’re born;
trepidation ensues, as we near death’s veil;
causing much

Bitter, The Memories

I still remember a conversation I had;
many lifetimes, far in the past;
and others, too; both happy and sad;
of a future we both thought would last.

We seemed the Master’s perfect pair;
a blend of endless devotions;
we didn’t count on reality’s despair;
and its

Birth Of Tears

Tears, the wonder of all creation;
formed in the Aura’s womb;
healing: the tears’ obligation;
their blossoms coming in bloom.

Toxicity of all poisonous thought;
washed out with the wave of tears;
designed to do; what tears ought;
washing away reality’s fears.

Sadness and sorrow caused their birth;

Deeper Wisdom

What kind of foolishness do we learn;
do others lead us like sheep?
Do we pay for our failure to discern;
must we always learn, and weep?

Everyone drinks from the cup of knowledge;
and there is so much to be learned;
much more wisdom than taught in college;
do

Lifetime Debtor

I looked all around and considered;
all of the things money can bring;
the furniture that had been delivered;
but money can’t buy everything.

Once I had bought it; I owned it;
that much was apparent to me;
its not as though I’ve condoned it;
but nothing in

Let Me Be Led

There is that road less traveled;
with weeds and thistle overhead;
where that growth is unraveled;
Oh Lord; please let me be led.

I cannot tell where it’s leading;
much like a jungle of the mind;
and yet, it almost seems pleading;
that I see its completion defined.

I

Lord, Help Me

Lord, help me to be a blessing;
to each one I meet, today;
their souls, my energy caressing;
may your light show them a way.

Don’t allow my temper to weaken;
no one deserves my rebuff;
permit all my love to deepen;
for each one has burden enough;

Grant

Alive

How does it feel to be empty;
no longer carrying a load?
It really doesn’t tempt me;
it makes me want to explode.

It’s a sign of a lack of purpose;
no longer having a reason;
it might seem alright on the surface;
but only for a short

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