Sex, Death, and Regeneration

Sex, Death, and Regeneration, our Transformation We cannot change the world, and we can't change another We can only change ourselves and illuminate our endeavor To see good or bad, as simply, the outcome of possibility To know that our perceptions are only, 'our' perceptions entirely Our purpose is to learn, grow, & evolve into oneness of individuality Towards the inner, and greater conscience...and to love in simplicity... True love would last forever, or so, I was led to believe As left alone, unspoken, and surely deceived Is this humanities way, my silenced thoughts conceived Or is this another wish, my karmic soul persist, rendering grieved Peace, love, & unity... the father, son, & the holy 'the ghostly trinity'... Brahma, Vishnu, & Shiva, ancient mythology 'without great war, there cannot be great peace' The suffering and the past, evolving spiritual release Just some thoughts, as that's flickering through As my mind wonders, proverbial quotes as they do Um, the symbolistic trinity in the Veda, also the Trishul of Shiva... Tattooed on my hand, a fulfillment of my favor Sometimes I wonder if, and other times I don't know Life's bright, yet dark. unknowingly we grow The sweet, if we've never tasted bitter The good if we've never had the lesser Then there are moments of 'just is'... A trinity of kind Frawley's law, that's ultimately refined 'can't have your cake, and also, eat it too...' Yet the inner fool, always wanting to... Truth, vision, and the abundance of our soul Learned, tormented, and negligence grow old The fire, our feelings, and the winter, passion as cold Forgotten as inhibited, within conformity being told. We endeavor for fulfillment, as within, our desired world, The ultimate lesson, our satisfaction unfold A transient nature, as lasting values lie cold As fulfilling yourself, and in drawing wisdom learnt The desires gained, our soul left empty, emotions burnt Preoccupying for self-aggrandisement, as eventually Our ends in setbacks, and our infelicity. S F B Mindless our nature, lost is our contempory