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The sound of silence

There came an old man

Who sat down by me.

He had a white cane

But still he could see

The world and all in it

Much clearer than me.

 

I could hear the man’s voice,

Though he didn’t talk.

Just a tilt of the head

And a way in his walk.

 

The sound of silence alone,

Alone in the mind,

Is a sweet sound of silence,

Which flows like fine wine.

But in the company of others,

Such a feeling divine.

 

We sat there in silence,

Kindred spirits in union.

Not one word was spoken,

The most joyous communion.

 

Dazed and confused

I’m missing each day

Looking over my shoulder.

Missing in every way

Tired and much older.

Not so amused.

Dazed and confused.

Why am I looking?

Looking way out ahead.

There’s nothing out there.

It’s here in my head.

I am not amused.

Just dazed and confused.

If my mind isn’t here

Am I not present?

And where is the here?

Life seems not so pleasant.

Am I amused?

No; dazed and confused.

It’s passing me by

And nothing is clear

There’s only today

The blur is the fear.

I was once amused.

Now just dazed and confused.

No presence of mind

And fearing the worst

Not living at all.

It must be a curse.

I’m sure not amused.

Still dazed and confused.

Now mindful again.

Eyes no longer blind.

The fog starts to lift.

Clear focus of mind.

Not amused for a while.

Just dazed and confused.

Life is fun

When we were young and life was fun,

We didn’t care, we had no clue.

What was there for us to learn,

In those days before we knew?

Soon we were warned about Big G.

Of mortal sin we lived in fear.

JC would save us from our woes.

The Holy Ghost may not appear.

Then came a man with sparkling eyes,

With silver tongue and many lies.

But you saw through his fake disguise,

And tales of how to live and die.

We searched for meaning of some kind.

Egoless with no false pride.

We left our worldly goods behind,

And travelled far and often wide.

We lazed on islands of the East,

And filled our lungs with pristine air.

We gorged ourselves on nature’s feast,

And other stuff we should not dare.

When the well it did run dry

We had not found the Holy Grail.

Back to the start we had to fly

But never thought that we did fail.

We worked and strove in boring ways,

To fill the pot again and dream

Of soon, when we would spend more days,

Wandering again, perchance to dream.

So this is life’s eternal search.

Back and forth we go and come.

The only one we have to teach,

Is our self, that life is fun.  

Leaf

Like a new leaf to the tree we cling, then slowly grow and learn of life. Enduring woes soon grind us down and, grudging, we accept the hand we’re dealt.

The struggle now is over;

The futility is clear;

The tree of life abandons us;

Our grip is one of fear.

Cast off now, we succumb

And float upon the wind.

This is the freedom we strove for.

The truth we can’t rescind.

 

Illusions

Survival he should know,

Requires not any other,

Water, food and sleep;

Then add a little colour.

But the one eye’d man

Lives with himself

And suffers more than

Those he shelves.

Nurturing his ego in

Suffering’s deep shade.

Confusing more the self with

A life that is self-made.

Self-illusion cannot be grasped.

Reach beyond, he was once told.

There within lies the divine.

The Bhudda way can he then hold.

By meditation he may learn;

But if he does, may find too late,

His life so quickly passed him by

And left him standing at the gate.

And when he finds his last day is

The same as was his very first.

But four hours and twenty.

He may well ask – did I achieve what I did thirst?

Tomorrow is another world.

Now it is his journey starts.

There is no purpose to his space.

Then live each day as if his last.

About rebirth he may well ask

And transmigration of the soul.

Illusions like a wave are cast

Up and down, as though whole.

No waves move, no soul incarnate.

Life’s Illusions will he recall.

Process passing, only karma.

Does he know life at all?

The Great Divide

There is a love that does abide.

That’s greater than the great divide.

A love that’s buried deep within.

Much much deeper than our skin.

And love’s something we can’t explain,

Or why it brings us so much pain.

But we still crave it all the same.

Then look for someone else to blame.

The need that lies within us all,

Without which, we are not whole.

We let it come, we let it go.

Yet cannot save a mortal soul.

And love’s something we can’t explain,

Or why it brings us so much pain.

But we still crave it all the same.

Then look for someone else to blame.

When something touched me deep inside,

T’was  greater than the great divide.

A love that kept me very whole,

Still lies within my very soul.

Love is something I can’t explain

Or why it brings me so much pain.

But I still crave it all the same.

And know I am the one to blame.

Searching to be Free

High city walls are all about me.

Yet no walls can I see.

Storm clouds hang above my head

But no rain falls on me

Bright sun lights the horizon

A thousand miles away.

Fields of corn wave in the breeze.

Flowers bloom every day.

The walls they now close in

As storm clouds start to burst.

The corn is smashed flat,

The rain it feeds our thirst.

For I am one with nature,

At times I cannot see.

From this land I came and am

Still searching to be free.