Today was a holiday; or so they say;
but it seems in no way different to me;
as empty hours are gliding away;
I’ve no longer the freedom to see.
What is it I’m doing; as landscapes go by;
searching for a purpose, remaining?
Devoid of sufficient tears,
I look back on all of my past;
thinking what I’d rearrange;
nothing from history ever lasts;
and history, cannot be changed.
For all of the past has been frozen;
every part of it; etched in stone;
constant anguish from choices, chosen;
and I can’t go change it
A daisy will never become a rose;
nor a honey bee change to a bird;
a builder most likely will not compose;
the sweetest song that we heard.
A grizzly bear won’t adopt a fish;
he will likely eat him, instead;
a wishing well won’t grant a wish;
Today, I took a taste of life;
my palate sensing it’s flavor;
even tho embracing strife;
each single experience, savor.
Awakened; emerging from my cocoon;
the death of nighttime, now gone;
this new day couldn’t come too soon;
for I was ready for life to go on.
Yesterday
…What exactly is meant by depth;
is it some form of linear distance;
and what is the meaning of breadth;
is it width, at word’s insistence?
Words enable us to define reality;
but, sometimes they express lies;
words occasionally speak of finality;
yet, we all know nothing dies.
How
…There’s so much in life I can’t see;
it seems as though I can’t win.
Must failure be part of my destiny;
am I finished, before I begin?
Failure is the great teacher of life;
perhaps that’s what I’m to be;
if you doubt it;
Words; windblown expressions of thought;
thoughts that are transformed to sound;
they don’t always say what they ought;
yet, they affect all the people, around.
Words had their beginning as simple tools;
communication of reality; their design;
thoughts, themselves, converted to jewels;
expressing majesty and beauty, devine.
All fashioned
…Life is not a linear function;
it is not from beginning to end;
it can’t be halted by injunction;
as raindrops, it will always descend.
All life began as thoughts on the mind;
that Universal Consciousness had within;
each particle a replica of the same kind;
from the One
