I fast forwarded my life years ahead;
thinking what the future might hold;
past the time that I’d become dead;
seeing new tomorrows unfold.
Highways and byways; much the same;
new faces everywhere I would look;
many people bore their relative’s name;
yet, their lives had begun a
What if life were a vacant lot;
no grasses or trees abound;
a surface made of igneous rock;
and no life within it, found?
Trees and flowers; only a dream;
and birds; mere imagination;
nothing at all; fit reality’s scheme;
for Thought had gone on vacation.
No rivers existed;
…The face I saw in the mirror;
was unfamiliar to me;
and the voice others could hear,
was strange; who could it be?
The book of life; turned movie;
renders photos of us to see;
and it certainly might behoove me;
to believe it’s a picture of me.
In
…I want to pay tribute, while in disguise;
a poem lamenting someone dead;
but since we know that no one dies;
this one’s for the living, instead.
Sometimes we pay grateful praise;
to others when they’re dead;
but, empty words can’t spirits raise;
so tell them; when
Most people like to avoid confrontation;
they consider it not worth their trouble;
mulling thoughts, after much deliberation;
so many issues, can often befuddle.
So, we often decide to just walk away;
most of these issues will never be gone;
and as we’re leaving, we turn back to say:
How precious can it ever be;
that marvelous gift of sight;
enabling each of us to see;
a meadow of sheer delight.
The sun nearly blinds the eyes;
to announce a brand new day;
a moon and stars light the skies;
to help us find our way.
Beauty, around us
…How precious can it ever be;
that marvelous gift of sight;
enabling each of us to see;
a meadow of sheer delight.
The sun nearly blinds the eyes;
to announce a brand new day;
a moon and stars light the skies;
to help us find our way.
Beauty, around us
…Wisdom within creation;
leads to great beauty above;
while energy inclination;
leads to the beauty of Love.
Beauty is the result of energy;
beauty is wisdom’s son;
swirled together in synergy;
Beauty and Wisdom are One.
Outward beauty is only a tease;
real beauty is found inside;
beauty, outside;
