So: What is 'Death', But A 'Passing'?
We ask, at times, 'What-is-it-ALL-FOR?
Then later, ask "WHAT-MUST-WE-DO?"
Have we an unknown 'Father-Shore',
that is vertually UNKNOWN? NEW?
We float like 'Dandelion-floss' in a breeze.
Are 'WE' 'No-More-Than-These?'
Yet, if we weigh our Clear Mind-thought
into some sense of Memory Pattern,
But not as a permissive desire, wrought
from an apparation; Something-Will-Happen.
For 'THOUGHT' is but the Companion-of Will,
and their "UNION", is what We must Fulfill.
Sometiems, in an almost insentiate trance,
we may live in another Remote Dimension.
Strangely. Yet Unknowingly, now by CHANCE,
but in a Pre-ordained, Twin, Attention.
yet in This Actuality, is exquisite Clarity.
Beyondwhat our Faculty, may mention.
For IT is Living-Likeness of, "REALITY".
But Darkness holds the Timid-Hands of "LIGHT",
which glows "INSIDE" that sombre Shade.
When all those SHADOWS of the enclosing Night
Fade. And a divisional-Contact, is made.
One clear single Momentary-Glimpse, is given
to Each, in some remote corner of EXISTANCE.
And the "TRUTH"-of All-BEING, is riven
into Each HUMAN-Form, through persistance.
"ONE-GLIMPSE". One tranitory, astounding Gleam
records That Moment. THAT-THOUGHT of the "IN-BETWEEN".
For, In that Moment-of-Divine-Truth's-Giving,
The "DEAD", become the "REALITY", of the "LIVING". |
My Pathway
Life is a most peculiar thing:
We wander down the path of it,
Meeting every single thing
That somehow in our patterns fit.
Spending untold energy
In thought, and word, agressively.
Yet are there many pathes to choose
that fit each individual.
Some we cherish: some abuse.
Some paths are even parallel.
Each stretches to our image far
And has it's own bright shining star.
How many time we wander back,
When we have some how mixed-the-way,
To find again the lonely track
Where some have lost, and gone astray.
No matter what we find revealed,
Our station is forever sealed.
I wonder, if in life we look
Too often to the shining road.
Forgetful of the path we took
When first we looked from our abode.
The paths that often twist and bend
Give more satisfaction in the end.
As age and wisdom both recline,
I find no time for any doubt.
For me, the pathway is divine.
The one I choose, that leads me out.
Though bumpy, and in sorry state,
Strangely it fitted to my fate.
'Road-maker' of the stars that shine,
where untold roads lead too-and-fro,
Who chose the pathway that was mine?
And paved the way for me to go.
But grateful am I for the light
That shon, throughout my darkest night. |
