06/10/2023
I used to write poetry...
Some people remind you to feel weightless
Others would see you fall
Some people inspire you to greatness
Others simply won't see you at all
It hurts to feel worthless and hated
In service to what purpose are we created?
This Earth is the Search for the ages
Who made it? Who plays it? Who Called?
The work is a maze and phased in stages
So many Waze this craze is contagious
Mental space is a place which can cage us
At least until we hit The Wall
You see, eyes can't see, tongues can't taste it
Materiealy hungry and infatuated
This dis-ease prevents peace when these needs we try to feed are...
Perpetually Insatiated
At times we wonder why life can be so heavy,
rushing and crushing and depressing
Covered in clouds thick with self-doubt
It can be.. difficult to see the blessings.
The pain drives us insane.
Making us afraid to remain in the game.
Take a second to gain perspective.
Maybe this rage came to ignite your flame
Not to leave you heart broken,
but to break your heart open
Creating cracks in your armor
To let your light shine, bright and golden.
It is in this pit of despair
Dark and dank and filled with stale air
Where we are forced to repair
Our connection to "in here" vs "out there"
With relief found in self belief
And your strength in the Faith,
That you are never really alone,
That you always have a home;
That no matter wherefore art thou Romeo
Unconditional love is yours to know!
Allow yourself to be cradled by the cosmos
Rest in the breast of creation
The test is at best a question
Of which the answer is Balanced Relation
I know the road is long and daunting
Encroached by ghosts so strong and haunting
It is true I too have a fear to steer
- To whomever's watching