Thoughts on metaphysics and life
Some search their lifetime,
For wealth, riches
And fame.
The exhilaration
Of riches, fame,
Compliments
And flatters,
All for possessions and a pay check.
They live their lives,
Trying to gain worth,
Through their name
And pocket-book,
And status.
Then when finally, their dream is fulfilled,
They have all the money they wished,
And compliments and flatters
Behind a hidden mask.
One day,
When the riches and fame
Evade them,
They lose themselves, in the process.
True love is inevitable,
Like a magnet
That never ceases to attract.
Like a roller coaster ride,
That never ceases to die.
A true connection,
More than lust,
A reunion with a soul,
That we need for expansion as a whole.
A reunion that never ceases to exist,
As they imprint their name in our heart,
And help us fulfill our mission.
A reunion that’s unavoidable,
Because these two are meant to be,
Bound for connection
Ultimately, to complete our soul.
Bullying is a term, actualized by insecure people,
Trying to intimidate or ridicule,
Based on external appearance.
For if they were aware,
What matters above all,
They wouldn’t focus on petty things,
That doesn’t define who they are.
They hide beneath true feelings,
In an attempt,
To appear strong among the rest.
They need to belittle, to appear superior
Among the rest.
Always trying
To avoid,
Their frailty and disguise,
So they hide beneath insecurities, all day long.
So tell me the truth,
That bullies can’t conjure,
Whose the most insecure of them all?
The bully, the victim of his plot.
We don’t understand the impact of our words.
Our actions spit out prejudice and malice
Among others,
Through nothing but ancestry and culture,
And skin on our bones.
Nation after nation,
We create our own competition,
Seeking one way to live,
One truth to accept,
Altering the meaning of prophesies into lies.
We don’t understand the impact of our words.
Our words spit out racism and slurs,
Not considering the lives
We affect,
Through prejudice and conflict and war.
We create havoc among each other,
Sleep walking and bashing each other,
To win some contest of better or not.
Let’s not forget our core,
Our reason for being,
To live peacefully
As brothers and sisters,
Let’s not contradict through lies.
Every season,
Brings its own mission,
To pursue
An unending trail,
With mountains,
And fields,
And open space.
Weaving and turning,
As we find our compass
To carve the way.
Pushing through uncertainties,
And doubts,
As we feel our fears
And declare our wants,
And don’t give in.
We take our pen,
And write the story,
With a white canvas,
And a happy ending.
Some enter,
Some leave,
Some leave a tattoo,
Imprints their name.
As we simply accept,
Seasons changing,
But true friends
Always remain.
He looked into her dying eyes,
And saw the dreadful anguish
In her eyes, at 86,
While death is staring face to face.
She said why, oh why?
Why does it have to be this way?
What’s the point of all of this?
In a state of disarray,
From watching his loved one
Passing away.
He then promised himself,
On that very day,
He would never ask that question
On his dying day,
And he would live life to the fullest,
Until his very last day,
So the questions
Would be irrelevant,
On that same day.
He asked his father,
What can I do?
It feels like check mate,
I’ve tried everything,
I feel as though,
The weight on my shoulders
Is crippling me now.
Do I lay down?
And let the current sweep me away?
And allow the weight of the tide
To pull me down?
He said to his son,
What is unwavering faith and boldness
And persevering despite doubt?
The son replied I don’t know.
His father replied,
It’s to not know,
And still believe, despite reason.
It’s to say, I don’t understand,
But father I know you have a way,
And I won’t stop nagging,
Until my promise is fulfilled,
And my mission is complete.
Politics.
We don’t understand the concept of it all.
We’ll reject it or embrace it,
With nothing but a smirk on our lips.
Everyone is an enemy,
Or so we’re taught
To behave this way.
Bashing each other,
To win some contest
Of better or not.
We create havoc among each other,
Without a means to an end.
We insult, criticize,
Based solely on appearance.
We rather have the master,
That speaks tongues
And embraces himself in vain.
We choose him rather than
True values at stake.
We choose him because he’s a man,
Underestimating every women in the world.
We don’t understand the true meaning of politics.
What it can do for a nation.
We rather bash each other,
And blame,
Then contemplate our motives at stake.
The most courageous of them all
Is the one
Who declares his faith,
Despite appearance
Contradicting his faith.
The one who perseveres,
Despite reality pushing him down.
He seeks compassion,
Despite the cruelty
Imprinted in the world.
The most courageous of them all,
Is the one who declares I can,
Despite inferiority sneaking up.
The one who never gave in,
Or forgot who he was
And where he came from.
The most courageous one, is the one
Who got up,
Despite the pile of brick on his back.
He remained steadfast,
Despite the world shaking him up.
He seeks enlightenment,
Despite the darkness in the world.
He’s the enlightened one,
Who speaks it into being,
Then watches the universe
Manifest it into being.
Always a victor,
And never underestimating
His own power.
Though the back door seems fascinating but gloomy.
My senses feel pressured to walk through.
Trying to stand my ground but I pace,
As I contemplate and rehearse my old ways.
With the front door and back door
Next to my face.
One facing my heart and the other my senses.
In two worlds with one dominating my senses.
Entering the back door once again,
With my senses at the forefront again.
Contrast and trials knocking at my door,
Asking me to reunite with my soul.
The front door so far and distant in my mind,
Though so close so distant in my mind.
I know I’ll pull through once more,
In a moment that expands to the very core.
As I stand still on a thin white line,
Letting the journey sweep me from the tide.
On another trail with mountains to the sky,
As I enter the front,
And crush the back.
My destiny is calling me again.