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Purpose

No matter our struggles, our toils;
One day the wind will carry our dust 
carelessly across windblown fields.
Why worry, why put so much meaning
Into things that do not matter.
Really, what are we masters at,
Certainly, it is not living.
The reason for all this, don't you worry.
In our own silent dispair we search for reason,
maybe it is in dying, letting go.

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019



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Poverty

Poverty

Feeling anxious, a need to keep moving,
No destination in mind.
My resting spots are my home.
Loneliness, hunger, cold, worry,
Companions the underprivileged travel with.
Standing always, at the edge of nothing
Fear is welcomed,
Never has one felt so alive with death so near.

Momentarily tears fill the eyes,
Then nothing --- emptiness.
Searching deep, and now deeper.
Emotions steeped in feelings, 
Spread across the void,
Time creeps over the deep.
Oh the pain, the hurt,
Scars and lines on the face etched deep

The screams in dreams, in silence we cry,
Never heard, will never be heard.
Unsung heroes, the brave, we are the poor
We suffer in silence, we overcome what can upset.
It does not matter, what's in a name - Labels. 
How I love you Fathers, Mothers, my Brothers, and Sisters.
Oh, how I love you.

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019

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Perfect

What is it that makes you you?
Your flaws laid out one by one are many.
Yet you are perfect in every way.

Have I fallen short through my liberal use of reason?
Blinded by the power of imagination ...
What I have asked myself many times, hundreds of lives I have lived,
We have never met but in passing.
Say something.

Our eyes lock, faded memories felt only in dreams
Yes, your flaws make you who you are,
And you are perfect.

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019

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Formless

When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe, 
no more than arising from an idea.
Here existing in this moment with you.

Life bursts into being out of the timeless pool of the void,
the uncreated, like bubbles - bursting into life,
time and time again.

Disillusioned self-empowered battling ego's, all suffering,
and, all pass through time and space.
Is it society that guides the individual,
Or the power of some ubiquitous force?

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019

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Fearless

On one's path to wisdom and higher levels of consciousness, one should learn to ignore indoctrinated thinking and
flow with natural law of the universe.

Let not the sword of war divide us into pieces, the east, west, north, and south are man's illusions ...
Life just is, step by step move forward, become fearless.

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2020



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Just Us

Just Us

You say what you mean.
And for some reason,
I can't wait to hear what you have to say ...
It seems to come from a part of you
That everyone else is missing.

Much love ??

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Imagine

You make me think and imagine candles.
Of beach fires and fireflies, 
Thunderstorms and lightning dancing all over the sky.
Rain pattering on cliffs nearby,
Creating somnolent echoes of days gone by.
You make me smile, you tell me-
"wet and slippery goes on inside."

Isn't it marvelous how contradictory we can be;
Something about you, something deep inside.
A flame inside you, something so alive. 
something that flickers, I see it in your eyes.

Paul Lake

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These Eyes

When I Peer through the windows of my eyes,
So desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
A collection of memories is that all I am ...
Maybe no more than a rising from an idea.

I am here existing in the moment.
A life flashing into being out of the timeless
pool of the void, the uncreated like bubbles -
Bursting into being time and time again.

Self-centered battling egos all suffer;
and all die in time.
Do not be afraid to soak in the deep silence.

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Forever

Love spans the distance of time and space ...
If this moment is all we have
Let's stay in this moment forever.

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2020

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Emptiness

Time, space, Being toppling over;
The pivot of nothingness.
I exist here in the moment, moment by moment.
This is where the many become one, 
I want to say I stood at the void and looked with a countenance
Of love and adoration into the emptiness
And, saw the uncreated come into existence from the timeless
Pool of the void. Love exists in form over and over.

Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019

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