Introspection Lay Poems

Ego’s the one in us who grieves
but what is the force that retrieves
stuporous soul from deep slumber,
to behold the world in wonder,
breath by breath and...

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How still are we if thoughts persist,
scheming about our to do list?
Even during the sleeping state,
dream forms conjured do not abate,
since we’re identified with form
and...

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Intolerant toward a flaw,
more oft than not, we quote the law
and so burn the witch at the stake,
whilst love weeps for love, for love’s sake,
that...

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"A gentle heart is wrapped with silken threads, 
let your eyes and mind dance in each moment,
to untie each one of those silken beautiful...

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we’re born free but now mind is strained
love and light, not in heart ingrained
deluded, we blame fickle fate
but opt not to be pure and chaste
it...

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We behold our form, that’s but dust,
so wonder at our acts unjust,
which but serve cravings of ego,
we are somehow loathe to forgo
and with this knowing...

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No different from an earthworm,
in our own way, we likewise squirm,
day after day, engaged in strife,
frittering away gift of life,
for what we pursue is fleeting,
yet...

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Mundane matters occupy mind,
which deluded heart does rewind 
in a make belief world of thought,
a web in which, we are then caught,
veiling our innate soul...

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As darkness of night shrouds daylight,
we have benefit of hindsight;
moments of quiet reflection,
for our consciousness correction,
reviewed thus from the lens of love,
of who we embraced...

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Trees and birds all whisper my name.
Everything seems to look the same.
So long gone, but my heart you claim, 
In the eve's crimson sunset flame.

Time...

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On paths of frozen ice and snow
With bitter cold air all around
I just seek to know, where to go
To make it work with what I...

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When I Shall Someday Lay Under Frost On The Ground

In with dead and dying leaves I pass my time
Drink my strong coffee, write my truth,...

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The attic 
Was covered 
In dream catchers,
Spiderwebs,
And dust....

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Mob frenzy - 'rationality lay dead'!

Amidst all frenzy - rationality lay dead!
does excited mind ever bring any good ?
Of what use is knowledge, if it falls...

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To whom do I write?
Who’s to know how I feel inside?
Why these thoughts lead my hand
To write on paper and not on sand

Cigarette on hand,...

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