There is no in.
There is no out.
There is no round-about.
There is only here.
There is only now.
There is no you.
There is no me.
There is no whomever-they-may-be.
There is only us, if we could only see.
There is only One being you and me.
Incarnation guided by a star
reminds us who we really are.
Alpha-Omega lights our way
through the shoals of eternity.
There is no path to anywhere
but everywhere we be.
There is only here.
‘There is only now.
Make the most of the moment
we are allowed.
Filed under POETRY
Are the stars truly fixed in the sky?
When you are away the sun
stops in its tracks
and earth’s orbit slows
in heartbeats counted
by years, not seconds.
“Time stands still,” others say.
I say time goes on without me
while there is no us to see.
Without you, the universe stills
along the path of its trajectory.
I wait with bated breath and sigh
for your return while I
watch time march on.
I watch the sky for clues
when the universe would return
you to me and me to you.
Side by side we
can make the sun move.
As we move
among the stars
in ecstasy.
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I never felt so small before
Tiny dot in a universe of stars
viewed on a clear night
as i looked up at the sky.
This, this I know.
But not this smallness
of heart, and mind, and soul
discovered in the face of war.
War I always fought.
War I always sought
to end and make no more.
And not just war over borders
against peoples and nations;
but war against colors of skin,
war against sexual orientation,
war against religion,
war against women’
war against children.
The list goes on and looms large,
larger than I can cope,
destroying all hope.
I never felt so small before.
I struggle to find a way to do more
than put words on a pages
while all around me uncivil war wages.
I never felts small before.
Filed under POETRY
Too bright a light
washes the image
from our sight,
and blurs the edges
as if night
hid the view
in plain sight.
Spotlights have their use.
Their brilliance overrides
the fear of missing
what disaster often hides:
Scenes of tortures
deep and wide
meant to remain hidden.
“Smaller is better”
says the mother of a short child,
in a tiny house, with a small income.
“Too big is too wild”
she states without guile;
“It is the tiny smile
which touches hearts”.
The twinkling stars
in the darkest sky
remind us how far
our souls have journeyed.
And the star atop the tree
joins those strings of lights
to brighten our way.
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