Stronger

A gentle breeze
The moon’s gentleness
And the velvety night

A few words and everything turned around

The wind whips
The moon's too bright
And the night fearful

Life summed up in a few lines he said
So much had occurred
What all he had stood

Enlightenment he said, he gained
Became stronger, became wiser
Realized he had become what he was not

Learns everyday, realizes there is something more

Stands up straight as the wind whips
Looks at the harsh moon light
And walks into the fearful night

Mockery? I laugh and laugh and laugh

Sadness…maybe a bit
Hatred…not at all
Just disgust, a bit nasty, but a lot more funny

Seeping throughout the body, like sweet poison
It’s taste, acidic in the mouth
Lingering, sometimes strong, sometimes weak

A promise made,
And then forgotten?
Oh wait, no…ignored

Ignored and let go
Other desires, taking over
Weighing, and the own desire comes out heavier

No excuses or reassurances
No reason given
Letting it go, hoping it could be forgotten

My laughter rises, the slow poison of disgust taking over
A Lesson? A test?
Mind swirls, and I laugh more

What I believed, and what came through
An opened gateway, to something new?
Never expected, thinking otherwise till the end

A fool I maybe, but not the fool they expected me to be
Never do I forget, disgust I hide too well
Just a bit nasty, but more funny
I laugh, laugh and laugh, so hard, as I roll on the floor

A letter yellowed, frayed

A letter lay on the desk
frayed, with a think layer of dust
What lay inside?
mystery, a letter forgotten.

A love letter, filled with words of passion?
A letter scattered with rumors, gossip spilling out?
A message of well being, warm wishes?
A letter of criticism, written by one seeking an argument?
Or a warm note by an old friend, waiting to hear from his childhood companion?

But it mattered not what lay inside any longer.
For time had passed too quickly
the senders long gone...
A love, news, wishes, an argument, a good friend
forever lost...

If the letter had been opened,
what it might have bought?
no one knows...

Many Lives

And there he lay…
The man of dreams…
His face…

Of a young child in his mother’s lap, wanting to get away, explore all there is
Of a monk, in a dark world, moving along using the light of his spirituality
Of a thinker, thinking of what is not, not what is
Of a man, hoping never to be noticed, sitting in the back, enjoying the calm
Of a man, with a hundred children, smiling away…so many people surrounding him
Of a singer, singing songs, liked by many, yet sung by few
Of a traveler lost in the wide world, walking the different paths that life offers him
Of a soldier who fought many battles, not winning all, but never quitting any

And now he’s lying on grass that’s no longer green
Thinking of all his dreams, the old battles he has won
He says to himself, “is it all over, have I lost this one”
But he smiles, as a voice from inside sings back,
“No, you haven’t. You have won the war, for you lived many lives, never giving up on any”