THE DOORWAY TO MY SOUL
I stand in the doorway
Of my own soul
Searching for something
Familiar.
There is an awkwardness
In this search and a
Searing pain that is
Seeping deep within.
As I continue my desperate search,
Fear tears at my
Breaking heart.
The chambers of my soul
Seem to bee empty
And where terror and joy
Once resided
There is nothing!
I peer in, standing, waiting
In the Nothingness.
Time passes and I see no
Shadow of my former self.
I give in to the power of the
Nothingness.
I let go of searching for someone
Whom I do not know.
I let go of the mask who
Pretends to know who I am.
As I do I feel the floodates open,
Allowing the authenticity
Of my own pure soul to
Permeate my entire being
I stand in the doorway of
My own Soul
Welcoming my True Self
Back Home.
BEAUTY
Beauty sounds its tune with the
Warbeling notes of the songbird
outside of my window.
She spreads her pretty green table
On the hills after the afternoon
rains.
She is wafting the delicate scent of
roses from
A bush I planted last winter.
She sounds a shattering high note
In a weeping infant
Who is displaying life's little
displeasures.
She is born on the winds which are
Carrying seeds to new and faraway
places.
She is the delicate kisses of little
raindrops
That dance upon my cheeks when the
Spring clouds open above me.
She is the smell after the rains have
washed yesterday's impurities.
She is the resonating AUM I hear from
Deep within my throat and
Deep within Mother Earth as she
Releases her song of Joy.
She walks with me along the path
Showing herself in a myriad of ways
Electric, yet sweet,
Heady yet demure, always
Waiting to be discovered.
I HEAR THE MUSIC
I hear the music of the spheres
Calling me home to a place of long
ago.
It says my name whistling through the
Trees and in the sound of the sea.
It makes me long for a place
I used to be
When life was easy
And carefree.
The wind is singing me a lullabye
That's softly carressing me.
Enchanting me and tormenting me
Reminding me of times
Now long forgotten.
She reminds me of a place
I shall go some day
When the lessons are learned
And the schoolbooks
Are put away.
Yet until that day I toil away
Dreaming about Graduation Day.
IN THE SHADOWS OF TIME
In the shadows of times
Our souls slowly evolve until we
Are perfected for him.
The wheel of Karma keeps returning.
Faint memories of former selves
Echo into our minds.
Our friends return to us
As Acquaintences.
We experience Karma in the things
We have done to others.
Life shows its own judgement.
When the silver cord is again cut
We will face ourselves in
The Mirror of our own Consciousness
and
We judge ourselves accordingly
Thus slowly perfecting
Our own soul's journey
To the Source.
