REALITY

Today, though important, is just one day;
whatever it’s outcome, tomorrow will come;
yesterday’s failures, again come my way;
and, again, to temptation, I’ll succumb.

How can I continue to live in yesterday;
even though I know that it’s gone;
or think of tomorrow, instead of

I was lying across my bed, sleeping,
sunlight streaming into my room;
something caused me to start weeping;
a strange sound diminished my gloom.

Clearly, came the sound of a barking dog;
it was emanating from outside;
though I understand, my mind was a fog;
my memory of truth did

After this party called life is over;
where does this consciousness go?
Is it destined to be under the clover;
or, scattered across new fallen snow?

The body, like your hair that was cut;
is of no more use to you;
and, if someone scoops your body up;
what can

I awakened completely; feeling alive;
being youthful down to the bone.
Later, I questioned, “Would I survive;
a lifetime, while living alone?”

The two parts of my being are disjointed;
the physical is growing old every day;
my energy self has been appointed;
to pick up the slack and pave

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

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;

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