A river runs forth in one direction
flowing and changing at random
reflecting the water’s spools
and the level of deepness
to her moody pools
Her deep secret waters are calm
construed by tranquility
whereas, her surface waters are confounding
emotions; raging
and unpredictable
or languish through time
moving towards the drop of the horizon
Shall the soul be as well
calm –
in a solitary place
balancing between life and death
positioned at the pivot of infinity
or stormy –
in passionate frenzy
ready to dispel the grips of fear
What mask should one need to wear
one that shields the face of the egoic mind
a rational mask
that portrays an outward sanity
a desirous mask
that appears to be kind
a spiritual mask
that seeks a grace to bind
What are the river currents saying
when they become raging rapids that threaten -
To steer mightily against the river’s power
by flailing at turbulence’s beset
or allow thoughts to quiet and be gently set –
as rudders to navigate life’s travails
and so to regain balance and equanimity
Life moves along relentlessly
from the places and time of a distant past
creating shadows of nostalgic tell
seeking tranquil tomorrows
as the eyes peer at the face of mortality
as finite reality
reflected in the mirrors of perception
images of the infallible – will falter
the future is an unknowable existential place
Using words to form thoughts
may please ambitions
however, these are notions
that need interpretation
Explain the way out
through the portals
where nothing matters
outside the vastness
of nothingness
Goodness and evilness are amorphous
based upon a dubious covenant;
a human stake
do no harm
it is so easy to make a mistake
falling into temptation’s wake
Or to become suspended
by the conforms of madness
it’s only a nightmare until awakened
Is that the voice of evil that beckons
what then, if it’s just a dream
nothing has changed in the reality
does being awake disprove the dream
of being good
or will wickedness wait
for the shadows of sleep
Shadows in the cave are formless -
forms inside the mind are hidden reflections
and will egress from the darkness
when the candlelight defies lines of madness
Is there a better twisted rhyme
when does truth become its own fantasy
trouble and happiness have a face
each arrives and stays
at its own discretion
whether or not invited or welcomed
The universe is the dark source
containing all matter
including the light that touches
and brings life from nothingness
thus, allowing reality into being
Unless the light is lost in the spectrum
creating the blue of the sky
as reflected in the blue of the oceans
and the blue in sadness
when longing and loss
are the reality
of solitude and distance
Words of purpose and intention
promise no harmony nor bearing
words can be lost if no one remembers their
connection
such as life and death
that tie a survivor’s pain
to a prayer’s reflection
There is truth in that a sunflower is yellow
There is a grace in saving a butterfly
There is a nobility in the eye of the wilderness
There is certainty in the eye of a wolf
And there is profoundness in the hand of a newborn
child
Does reality exist within reveries of the mind
if one cannot see randomness –
Will it – can it still exist
The river calls
with currents that are perpetual
the water’s are deep
the streams of words converge
unto the river’s keep
The reeds at the shore’s edge
stand static against the flow
being mere witnesses
as life’s canoe must meet its destiny
and challenge the laws of nature
Set down the oars
it is time to give the river its play
trust the direction
follow its way
The words will flow
forever - as
long
as one knows
to let go.
