Existence is only an illusion
A reality that can be denied by others
Turned back again to nothing
When life once more hope smothers
When the path once more is obscured
Clouding all into delusions
Making tomorrow seem out of reach
And again existence only an illusion.
G - July 2009
Quote of the moment
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things
Jul 13, 2009
All Is Well
Scene of life on a brisk fall morn
Chill in air as the day starts to form
Good beings queued as rows of corn
In the world that continues anorm
Air clear of grief with no sign of pain
Each soul on the days appointed rounds
All is well, all is well, the common refrain
As vivency like a metronome sounds
Echoes the sound of the few unclean
Fitting not the form that was cast
Unheard by the many so serene
Unnoticed, they are simply passed
The bite of the air so crisp and clear
Helps hide what those voices would tell
Laments of sorrow, of pain, of fear
Amongst choruses of All is well
All is well
G - July 2009
Chill in air as the day starts to form
Good beings queued as rows of corn
In the world that continues anorm
Air clear of grief with no sign of pain
Each soul on the days appointed rounds
All is well, all is well, the common refrain
As vivency like a metronome sounds
Echoes the sound of the few unclean
Fitting not the form that was cast
Unheard by the many so serene
Unnoticed, they are simply passed
The bite of the air so crisp and clear
Helps hide what those voices would tell
Laments of sorrow, of pain, of fear
Amongst choruses of All is well
All is well
G - July 2009
Jul 10, 2009
Dawn Breaks
Dawn Breaks
Another day
What does it mean
What is it for
One more chance
To find a hope
One more dawn
Another day
A bird sings
Just out of view
Simple song of joy
By a simple being
One that can experience
Life without care
And share that song
From just out of view
Simple meant
To feed the limbs
One less worry
For troubled soul
Strength to carry on
At least in flesh
But not for mind
Only weary limbs
One more day
Down paths endless
Treading on in the dark
Unlit by the day
But one more trip
Without destination
One more day
Down endless paths
Dawn breaks
Another day
G - July 2009
Another day
What does it mean
What is it for
One more chance
To find a hope
One more dawn
Another day
A bird sings
Just out of view
Simple song of joy
By a simple being
One that can experience
Life without care
And share that song
From just out of view
Simple meant
To feed the limbs
One less worry
For troubled soul
Strength to carry on
At least in flesh
But not for mind
Only weary limbs
One more day
Down paths endless
Treading on in the dark
Unlit by the day
But one more trip
Without destination
One more day
Down endless paths
Dawn breaks
Another day
G - July 2009
Jul 9, 2009
Move on
Fill your purpose
Then move on
Once the want is filled
The need is gone
Pack the bags
Hide the pain
No longer wanted
Just move on
G - July 2009
Then move on
Once the want is filled
The need is gone
Pack the bags
Hide the pain
No longer wanted
Just move on
G - July 2009
Clown
Send in the clown
Painted on smile
To hide real thoughts
Pretend for a while
Always good for a laugh
Whenever you feel down
You can use him as a prop
Just call for the clown
G - July 2009
Painted on smile
To hide real thoughts
Pretend for a while
Always good for a laugh
Whenever you feel down
You can use him as a prop
Just call for the clown
G - July 2009
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