After everything is gone, what remains?
A shell of me. Life's imperfections:
I've struggled between good and evil,
Then looked to be led by someone
To have a personal relationship,
Always seeking life answers,
Attempting to resolve what's inside,
Sometimes making selfish decisions –
Choices we make for our own benefit.
Thinking of survival from beginning to end,
Retaining ground as we move forward,
And living to move on more quickly;
We do not have time to waste,
Nor bully myself over any more failures.
Make sure to try harder.
Happiness is not having everything;
It's the quality of our life.
What we did is a forgotten past.
Suffering never ends.
Afraid of being alone,
The existential life is often met with disappointment.
it's really quite clever
to never utter never
retaining the fun of playful endeavour
seeking mysteries of life forever and ever
past times these words were declared
never again because of how I once fared
then I've reneged developed skills unimpaired
there's little to gain unless once again dared
the message I value don't ever resist
much more satisfying when I doggedly persist
At last count Saturn had 293 moons
One is larger than Mercury, 128 solar system M & M's
But, if somehow we could mount his wings and fly there
We couldn't stand upon the surface and gaze at any
We would sink in the miasma of our own demise
Ingesting vapor rising up from far below
Choking off any aesthetics we might hold
For any goddess that we have imagined
Our ticket to this underworld held over
A head that's thinking we should capture Titan
Artemis, Diana, or Selene might pale before them
But wouldn't pale by what's reflected there
Artemis retaining her ire and her vengeance
Selene and Diana at the crossroads stand as well
Their color eclipsed the while they faded
And we, whose love it is to gaze up at their orbit
Would lose the inspiration of the ages
Aged without the grace of beauty's presence
That our small world o'er time has thus afforded
Size matters... but no more than our perspective
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You say you think the earth is flat.
Please let me have your proof?
When they fly to the moon and look back,
They can see for sure that it’s round.
But I forgot; that won’t convince you,
For space flight’s a conspiracy too.
So tell me, if the earth is flat,
What stops the oceans from running away?
If you walk to the edge, what keeps you safe?
Did somebody build a retaining wall?
No, science has proved you have it wrong
And though I don’t wish to cause offence,
When I think of your Flat Earth Society,
I have serious doubts about your sobriety.
in the midst of noise
retaining soul’s poise
we flow like the breeze
mode embrace-release
The Threads of my being
Are becoming unraveled
As whom “I Was” is only seen in the shadows and patches
I am losing myself but finding myself at the same time.
The threads are unraveling the “sweater” of my being
It is being rolled up in a ball of wool, like so many threads of life, cocooned
Until a new garment is made from the old.
What is this garment
that my mind and my being are weaving?
It is a garment that reaches back in time,
even as it becomes invisible in the present.
This garment is my shield
As I become ever increasingly vulnerable
But never increasing deep
Deeper than I’ve ever been.
It is not about a “meaning of life” journey
It is not Nirvana or Valhalla
It is not an enlightened moment
It is melding in a new way of doing things
Finding new ways of learning and retaining memory.
Even poetry becomes therapeutic
As my garment takes shape
And covers my nakedness.
“The Self is the annihilation of the masculine and the nonmasculine. It is the annihilation of the feminine and the nonfeminine. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be consciousness of joy and lack of joy?”
Transcending space-time, Self has no attribute,
so gender male or female does not apply.
Vibrant Self does continuously reboot
and is light eternal that never does die.
Peace of the Self becomes boundless bliss on earth,
by merging polarities bubbling with mirth,
retaining its lustre in every domain,
as in hermits unshackled from ego’s chain.
In the midst of many, we walk alone,
inking the vast void with our heart’s emote,
recognising no truths are etched in stone,
so retaining soul’s vibrance we free float.
Images shape shift as dream forms that swirl ~
Through the mists we watch flag of love unfurl
she had been walled in by those who thought they knew her
retaining her dignity, she scoffed at their measly efforts
no one expected her to rally,
but she literally bounced out of their blockade
their efforts to disturb and perturb her propelled her forward
to do what she does best
she melted their negativity with her positive attitude
frightening them even more now
Halloween
A twin we do not already harbor on
The inside, cannot reach from without grasping
Its relationship — as love needs love to complete
The docket...so does fear. So does terror need
Its own horrid port if to impress.
Halloween...little devils in costumes —
wee, creatures dressed for the parade,
Door to door. Trick Or Treat! The real trick,
Is that of evil seeming harmless. Playful. In
Theatrical, fantastical sense. And the treat,
The Devil activating negative seeds for future harvest.
Evil — sly, subtle.
Our makeup exteriors reflections of far deeper
Dyes within, tattoo illustrations, spiritual stains —
The many indelible, wrongly nurtured traditions —
World fruit bear witness to their sources —
Man retaining affiliation with dark illusion.
how may currents carry us
as long as we choose to resist
which involuntarily we always do
by virtue of identification with form
our striving is volition
cessation too is volition
by virtue of employing will
to execute our heart’s desire
merely thinning out of conditioned ego
though it lets us see through the mist
yet merely wallows in the shallows
by insistence on retaining control
if a fish is trapped in a fisherman’s net
ceasing struggling it may find peace
but if it wishes to find freedom
wherein it is truly limitless
the fish must become the water element
Spoiled dog takes a nap
Along comes a spying cat
She tries to tease him awake
Gentle giant does not stir or quake
Retaining his status, staying fast asleep
Cat settles down, there is no peep
Alluring, bewitching, captivating, Myra the maid
Engaging, entrancing, enchanting, to the young blade
Her mannerisms and behaviors are most delightful
Words of charming advice, empathetic, and insightful
He brought her home to meet his overbearing mama
She slipped out a side door and rode home on a llama
Confident she could do better than this
A glorious woman who remained forever a miss
All of her life pursued by eager suiters day and night
Never settling, retaining herself, they could not extinguish her light
turncoats in autumn
the stupendousness of leaves
sprinkle my driveway
golden as topaz
her variegated colors
autumns fine maple
rounded leaves of oak
plotting how to be crimson
sneering at walnut
stagnant fir soldier
retaining her verdent
keeping her counsel
october line up
shows off her gold finery
teasing november
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