The tree of death or life,
A duality of existence,
The truth is obvious to the transcended
but remains the same to the unchanged.
The tree of death or life,
The darkness and sunshine of the meadow,
The lifelessness and beauty of our journey,
So much lies hidden in this narrow realm.
Our weary bodies are cradled by the night,
While the soul journeys to various places,
Shadowed by the unseen.
The tree of death or life calls us.
Existence is a two-way path;
Slumber is the random movement of the soul.
This phenomenon is bidirectional,
For the tree of death or life is a marvel of the Divine.
April 25, 2025.
Categories:
bidirectional, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Where We Feel Loved
Where we feel loved, the softest “Hi…” is poetry!
Love’s content warms, more hands discovered touching ours.
Our thirst’s best sated by a smile that’s felt not seen.
Your “Hi…” feels lonely though, or am I wrong? I see
a soul whose tank for love’s not topped. The happy hours
(I’d love to spend with you my dear) might raise the screen
surrounding you, restricting those who’d feel your grace.
Subjecting ‘Love’ (that’s limitless) to limits hides
the love that’s standing just outside truth’s selfless door.
Your truth’s not Truth if it’s a lie meant to save face
or guard your heart. We all will sin, but Death’s our pride’s
need to be ‘safe’ or ‘right!’ Trust Grace! Just fools want more.
Time’s arrow has but one direction. All are judged
though Grace still flows from God to you (where you’ve found land).
To flow with Grace, helps it find legs in your life’s rhyme.
True warmth is bidirectional and rarely fudged,
the coldest hearts, in fact, share warmth. No reprimand
has weight that counts with God of Love. Embrace your time!
Brian Johnston
24th of March in 2022
For Kayla Mai, a special 'BFF' indeed.
Categories:
bidirectional, blessing, love,
Form: Rhyme