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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Mirror of Truth
gazing into the mirror of truth,
what do your eyes see?
do they see you for "you"
or only what is pretty?
Looking again,
opening thy heart,
what do thy eyes see?
backwards to forward start,
asking thyself "is this truly me?"
peering once more,
surely one must already know whom they are,
but the heart mustn't stray nor the eyes decieved, for the mirror of truth
reveals all secrets to one's identity.
That mirror is the world.
what do your eyes see?
do they see you for "you"
or only what is pretty?
Looking again,
opening thy heart,
what do thy eyes see?
backwards to forward start,
asking thyself "is this truly me?"
peering once more,
surely one must already know whom they are,
but the heart mustn't stray nor the eyes decieved, for the mirror of truth
reveals all secrets to one's identity.
That mirror is the world.
Arisen
Behold,
songs of trust,
what hath the world has forgotten?
anatomy of the human sphere,
the architecture of our world,
as I watch the living meet.
Men proclaim how wide their empires are,
fancying royal fronts hence in forgotten ashes.
Know thyself for the dead go on living and he
who devours famine,war, and death.
Guru Nanak
songs of trust,
what hath the world has forgotten?
anatomy of the human sphere,
the architecture of our world,
as I watch the living meet.
Men proclaim how wide their empires are,
fancying royal fronts hence in forgotten ashes.
Know thyself for the dead go on living and he
who devours famine,war, and death.
Guru Nanak
polluting you with light
walking the line of flesh and Spirit
passing on the arc of time,
how many lights do you see?,
do you see the people at all?
so far yet so near,
sitting on a moonlight roof pouring in life,
each star is crossed,
so rest your head
all is watching,
in all it's simple glory.
passing on the arc of time,
how many lights do you see?,
do you see the people at all?
so far yet so near,
sitting on a moonlight roof pouring in life,
each star is crossed,
so rest your head
all is watching,
in all it's simple glory.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Poem 17 (Halloween themed)
The tree's hath shake thy leaves
singing softly as the monarch follows,
a light of grace in a place of peace,
This ground is sacred, It is Hollow.
singing softly as the monarch follows,
a light of grace in a place of peace,
This ground is sacred, It is Hollow.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Believe (poem 16)
to whom this reads the following:
I remember everything and nothing at all. How is this possible?Silently the clouds that pass me by and time can only tell. There she held my hand,bade me farewell as the helicopter lifted. There they stood over me with prognosis and no diagnoses as I was incapacitated. I remember what he had said, " Katie I'll take you but this is madness" and from there I know nothing. What has happened and what is happening? Why in the blink of an eye Everything suddenly twisted upside down not knowing which way is up or down. In this case at the YMCA- simply walking when all became amplified cacophony,confused, and my own two feet unsure of the ground in which to tread. The heart has eyes that thy brain knows not. Yet some how gently rolling hills,variegated and sloping, I cry with one eye and smile with the other. Is it time to believe?
I remember everything and nothing at all. How is this possible?Silently the clouds that pass me by and time can only tell. There she held my hand,bade me farewell as the helicopter lifted. There they stood over me with prognosis and no diagnoses as I was incapacitated. I remember what he had said, " Katie I'll take you but this is madness" and from there I know nothing. What has happened and what is happening? Why in the blink of an eye Everything suddenly twisted upside down not knowing which way is up or down. In this case at the YMCA- simply walking when all became amplified cacophony,confused, and my own two feet unsure of the ground in which to tread. The heart has eyes that thy brain knows not. Yet some how gently rolling hills,variegated and sloping, I cry with one eye and smile with the other. Is it time to believe?
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