mirror in the soul
reflect for
aftermath
the breeze of life
that blows
uninterupted
in the backdrop of living
communication
among the channels
of the greater flowing love
that breeds
so silent
in the far recesses
of the truer self
a sage warning
ever stand
stoic almost
in its message
heeded or unheeded
by limited occupants
of this tiny earthly plane
the fine tuned ears of the
deep thinkers
cross bridges of belief
in the self
and present examples of
themselves
to those who are lesser along
this precarious uneven path
in which everyone
knowingly or unknowingly
must take
though science makes sense
on a great many levels of logic
still
it saturates the physical mind
with slivers of disinformation
and unintended attack on the faith
but the fire of one's instinct
fans such cold stark flames
attesting to proof of stated fact
above all of that
the ever questioning higher self
rises
a better intelligence for choosing
to wait for what comes after
physical life
to then be truly explained
footnotes one might even admit
AFTERPRINTS laid bare
on the table of life
exposed at last
for each individual to see
but death you must realize
is a very small price to pay
to end the honor of this
special viewing...
(Dec31,2000 1015pm)
I've been to your poetry before and enjoyed it. I returned today and the enjoyment is still there. I like the way you write. Thanks for sharing it.