Nemesis

Those of vain pretension

Most susceptible to grift

Are first deceived by self

Before the social swindle’s rift

Soul separate from knowledge

Of the very self it is

Such sentient dysfunction

Is our own worst nemesis

Genuine

Love provides a constant

Through various expressions

Regardless of persona change

These sentiments are genuine

For motives do express the soul

Through social adaptation

The pure in heart are true to self

In every situation

Good Intentions

I scolded him for his own good

Yet over looked the weakness

I boldly gave correction

Then expressed my love in meekness

He understood my constancy

Regardless of expression

Inside of love one understands

The truth of good intentions

Ageless

His heart was full of love

He acted like a clown

Playing peek-a-boo, and counting piggies

Cured the baby’s frown

His teenager barged in with friends

Laughing up a storm

He yelled to take it down a notch

Wipe feet and shut the door

Before they went into her room he yelled

“Hey, where’s my kisses?”

His daughter came and pecked his cheek

And then came home the Mrs.

She told him all about her day

Her triumphs and frustration

They spoke as being equals

In advice and consolation

His father came to visit

And he offered up his chair

Providing every comfort

To his honored wise forebear

And so we see in every case

His persona did change

But in a heart so brim with love

His essence stayed the same

The Butterfly

The butterfly was perfect

With heaven on its wings

It soared into the boundless blue

Its beauty clearly seen

Although it used to be a worm

Perfection was ensheathed

Emerging from its chrysalis

Potential was released

The Island

One cannot escape circumstance

That’s born of inner self

This island home will follow us

Though other cards be dealt

Once realized one can cultivate

A paradise within

An omnipresent Eden

Heaven starts where you begin

Compound Interest

True virtue seeks a balance

To insure best expectations

Which does not rob nor undermine

Harmonious relations

No bartering nor borrowing

From yesterday or morrow

For evil charges interest

Compound sorrow upon sorrow

The Inalterable

The human mind is puzzled

By the nature of eternity

Without end or beginning

Quantifiable absurdity

But in the ken of oneness

Its simplicity unfolds

The infinite an absolute

Inalterable whole

Timbres

How does one tune in to soul

That’s squelched beneath the din

To hear transcendent whisper

As a sigh upon the wind

To find the tranquil eye

As a storm rages all around

To hear the sound of silence

Like a pin drop in the crowd

In ways it’s like a melody

That becomes so familiar

You pick it out of orchestration

Central or peripheral

Though buried in rich harmonies

Or altered in rabuto

Though masked in complex dissonance

Or modal contrapuntal

For spirit has a timbre

That is different from the brain

Thus, as you learn your instrument

You’ll hear its subtle strain

Offspring

The constructs of identity

Imbedded in mind

Are born of self-awareness

Where distinction is defined

Some call the true self spirit

Which transcends mortal plight

But where did this form come from

What forces shaped its like

Some say that Love gave birth to it

And shaped it as it’s own

In sentient similitude

Of the Divine enthroned

From essence inexhaustible

Extracting what was there

Eternal in its nature

And potential made aware

Within this universal mirror

I saw in All the Self

Existence had been given eyes

To see its boundless wealth

The Shapeless in its beauty

Thus, had given Self to form

A sacrifice that will return

Her offspring to their home

Matter’s Naught

What is the form of sentience?

Its structure like the brain?

The firing of neurons

In a pattern we call sane?

Like little ones and zeros

Of a software spawned by chance?

That made such perfect sense

Within reality extant?

That somehow gained awareness

Till it finally advanced

To see its binary code

And essence happenstance?

Accepting its extinction

To the throwing of a switch

Returning acquisitions

To dumb substance not enriched?

If so, then love is sequence

And truth has no intent

While self is an illusion

Of brute matter’s impotence

The Master

To some science is substantive

To some belief divine

But both are mere apprentice

To the Master of the Mind

The one hand faults the other

Both globally deride

The extremes of false certitude

Reveals a void inside

Truth leads those without prejudice

And those with open minds

Who also weigh their ignorance

When facts each time they find

The wise grade all veracity

True query is their guide

The fearless suspend certainty

Till the darkness vitrifies

Blossoms

Wherein do moods originate?

Are they but food for thought?

Or thoughts whose seed is in itself

Producing fruit we want?

Do we feed our depression

Or nurture gratitude?

Do we rear our own happiness

Or jaded attitude?

We only reap the seeds we sow

And nourish from a sprout

We pollinate the world inside

Which blossoms then without

Reactions

How can we channel feelings

Into good and useful actions

Unless we understand the impetus

Behind their traction

We pour our thoughts into the casks

Of pivotal emotion

And wonder why they overflow

When toppled by commotion

We cannot repress sentiments

We add to day by day

To change our personality

We must shift psyche’s sway

To control our reactions

In a world that throws us curves

We must groom hidden passions

To the purpose that they serve

Spill Over

One can predict behavior

By looking at emotion

The stored-up sentiments we have

Release in locomotion

The anger that we stock spills out

As does joy we amass

To rectify behavior true

The psyche must recast

Foreshadow

The presage of emotion

Foretells what is to come

A self-fulfilling prophesy

Of equilibrium

The moods that we allow to brood

Inside the psyche’s shade

Shall come to light externally

In ways that we behave

The outer world responds in kind

Which mirrors our inner state

This disposition omen

Which foreshadows seals our fate

Drama

What is the point of battling a windmill?

What benefit do such diversions instill?

Why fret over illusion

For there is no real solution

Born of logic to such mental convolution

What is the point of stirring up a bees nest?

What profit do such energies then invest?

For if one’s life is boring

Then there’s something they’re ignoring

And that something surely brings to life a mooring

For empathy is filled with useful passion

And charity a sweat spiritual ration

For life is full of drama

If we relieve other’s trauma

Herein life provides a vivid panorama

A New Leaf

Sometimes when another has hurt us

They show no intent to repent

Though we seek constructive solutions

They seek only to circumvent

Such apathy can make a U-turn

When you dish the same treatment out

But often it escalates venom

And worsens the previous bout

Suppressing the hurt for a moment

Till our hackles subside can be good

To put it all into perspective

And within context understood

But never deny its existence

And never turn blind to the cause

But mark the unpleasant offender

Uncovering golden rule laws

Remove yourself from irritation

When other solutions don’t work

But know first that nowhere is perfectly safe

And no one that runs sets things right on the earth

Forgiveness is sweet when a threat is no more

But don’t throw such pearls before swine

Forgiveness allows one to move beyond hurt

And there put an end to the evil entwined

Bad feelings seek a resolution

But if no real cure can be found

These sentiments serve but for torment

And have no real use within logical grounds

Such reasoning can disarm emotion

And reset the affected stage

A line can be drawn for our life to move on

And effectively we turn the page

Affective Effects

One cannot contend with a specter

Nor wrestle or tackle a ghost

One cannot imprison a phantom

Nor shackle to physical post

‘Tis spirit that grapples with spirit

Emotions are heart’s to control

And bodies must move within physics

To affect an external result

Conditions which conjure emotion

Are not quickly changed from inside

It’s best to deal with them directly

And not with the wraith born of mind

For feelings emerge within psyche

And passions inherent in heart

Conditions materialize outside

And therefore we set them apart

For spirit can’t influence matter

Unless it indwells in a host

For such is our mystic connection

As mortals till body we molt