On The Final Trail, Into Beyond Understanding II
In this, be ye true
To Self, in all honesty...
Where me, in I, lives.
Remembering, The Art of Finding, the I in Me
I
This State of Being, Waiting For A New Curiosity
Boredom is not fun
Tripping over same lessons
Only perceiving.
Then... open Mind… Dream
From a different aspect
Which is also free.
Own Self opens up
Says to one, ‘Learn this... as true‘
Me as part, I Am...
Feeling is Seeing
In this... to be found question...
Or, statement of fact.
_____*____
Where I seem to drift...
Not a different World
Life without purpose
Where, rather find I
Different awareness’s
In and out of steps
Visitor’s in Time
Special Friend Energies, teach...
We do not live free.
________*_________
Short then, this learning
Little gain, greed, and lusts fed
Other’s live the same.
End comes to same end…
Wishing for more, getting less
As Spirit stays low.
Still, a light appears
A different Trail perhaps
Letting Self take charge.
Stage set, curtain up
Curiosity rises
Let a New, begin.
[to be cont’d]
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2022
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