Coffee thrills awake.
The morning sun takes notice,
rising to my whim.
The eye always sees
the cultivation of thought,
and responds in kind.
Dawn settling in.
Music springs from the silence,
with soft flapping wings.
conceived the impossible,
then created it!
Mastery of words.
Colors print in black on white,
beauty for the mind!
Love’s Eternal Source.
The Truth of darkness revealed.
I was always Light!
Rest is a wonderful respite
When the battle has been
Hard fought and long
Those demons were never mine
Beliefs long held and pressed
Upon me like death that
Choked away my spirit
Making me in its likeness
How I hated myself
I have since discarded those
Rags worn like robes by others
Resting now only attired
In what was always beneath
– My Golden Skin
I have seen a thousand million men
Standing face to face for miles upon miles
Erect like dominoes (unaware of the eminent fall)
All projecting into the other – their thoughts
Passing down in procession from one to the next
Each made accountable as they grow and distort in stature
A thousand million men – all created by the thoughts of others
And none remembering themselves – Save One
He stands off to the side, facing outward and away
Looking upon the deep nothingness of his clear mind
He does not notice the stones that come hurling – often
With heavy intent and burdensome nonsensical “truths”
They vanish into his void becoming as he Is – Empty
And it is only from within this space that he can truly Create
Something Beautiful….. Himself!