Buds of truth

We sometimes find ourselves
lost in a conundrum of dreams

We wander
we ponder, we peruse
and then we wonder why
and how and when, etc, etc
till our minds are so full
of bullshit we begin sprouting
young saplings of thought
all kinds of new ideas and ideologies
pychologies and philosophies
poems, songs, words and dreams.

Some kind of
implosion/explosion occurs
where we become trapped
in the void of unknowing
where the needle is stuck
and the world around us lets us go
and on and on we go
believing that if we reach
we can touch the sky.

Our feet are rooted in bullshit
our hearts, skin, blood and bone
get their nourishment from that gloop
our minds
strive to make sense of the loss
and here, our souls
they are the buds of truth
waiting for us to stop
and to believe
that the only way to reach the sky
is to know we are the sky.

Embrace

Nothing is permanent
Nothing is real
Nothing surrounds us
The nothing can’t feel

Be happy with you
Embrace all you are
Step out of the nothing
And you’ll sure go far

Permanent is nothing
Real is untrue
Your surroundings are here
Make your real come true

Find your soul

Be true
look inside
search for it.
Open yourself
to your open self.
Look around, see and
watch for the moments.
Smile as you come across
the You that you once were.
Know that what is in you is also
in all of us and it lives waiting silent
because we are all one spirit together.
Breathe and relax, feel for the one You
that is meant to be, who wants to be
for always and forever. Your self.
Smile, reach, touch your soul
feel its power its energy.
Look inside, know and
feel what could be
what is waiting.
Search for it
look inside
be true.

~

Edited version of my poem written in 2011.

Seems such a long time ago!