I woke up this morning and a new poem was being written in my head. This is how some poetry comes to me; just before waking I see the hand as it is writing the words. So I have to get up quickly and physically write it down before I forget, so here it is, I hope you enjoy it.
A man lay dying in his lonely bed
Four years affected this life he’d led
Now withered and ravaged with bones so frail
The last two years he prayed his heart would fail.
What is life, he thought, when all that you
Can feel is regret for the things you’ll never do
Oh this existence I would drop in a breath
For to live like this must be far worse than death.
His mindful words then suddenly stilled
And stillness came upon his tormented mind
From deep in his heart now the words flowed forth
“I have not forsaken you my friend.”
I tell you truth so that you will see
That your life was precisely what you desired it to be
Nothing worldly could cause such pain
T’was the fears you cherished that became your bane
Not fear of death but all the small fears alone
Became the author of the life you have known
The fears you cradled then entered your heart
And once revealed there had turned to stone
Now written upon the stones are how
Your life has passed from birth till now
But I have been with you in every breath
And will never leave you even in death.
And it is well that this is so
For this is how you desired to grow
Life holds no lessons for you here at all
And your heart truly feels all there is to know.
You have cloaked divine wisdom with your mundane mind
And you knew your heart would reveal it at the perfect time
And perfection is all that there is my friend
It matters not you were unaware
For it is all revealed to you in the end.
Anything less than a life, Joyful and Grand
Is a life that is always written in sand
The tides of time will wash it away
Till the bedrock beneath is where you will stand.
The bedrock you know, is your foundation of love
That supports all you place there and judges none
Once the love is exposed you will become
One with all and all with One.
Fear now is only a passing breeze
That gives but a gentle voice to the trees
Then fades like a mist with the first rays of sun
Now your New life of Freedom has just only begun.
There we go, what do you think? It was already written when I woke up, but I guess I’ll have to take credit for it anyway.
Maybe it’s a dissociative identity disorder; when I sleep, another ‘me’ is awake writing poetry and most of my poetry is written at about 4 a.m. when I get up; pretty weird. It’s OK they still like me here in my little world.
Nothing in the world lasts forever, not even pain, but we go on for eternity… Honestly! Our worldly logic really isn’t logical, and it pays to…
Create Great Thoughts – With No Regard to Logic.