Joy and Stillness

Joy and stillness both as one
Together fill my living soul.
I wish to leap and then to run,
Yet carefully to mull:

To ponder what this life is for –
Watching planets turn in time.
Each day learning further more;
Each tall precipice to climb

So, joy and stillness fill my heart
And guide me through my search.
Until at last I fill my part
And pass on though the lurch.

11.2.19

I Spent My Chaos In Exchange

I spent my chaos in exchange

For empty space to sit and be.

My strange new place of respite gained,

I turned my thoughts away from me.

 

This moment still – a simple joy –

Allows my soul to find a stream

To think and trace with careful ploy,

How best to quench my thirst so deep.

 

When ‘round the bend my conscience plods

And finds there what I’d come to seek,

Then I perceive my own facade,

And from this cage I am set free.

 

07.25.19

Parting

When parting ways as we must do,

My heart does break for leaving you.

As life flows on, and we are caught

In currents strong, I have the thought:

 

That though we seek to fight the tide,

Perhaps it’s best, the swell to ride.

It’s all in vain to force our way,

For fate will have the final say.

 

And though it seems that we are lost,

Forever parted, torn, and tossed,

There is a hope for you and me,

For fate to change, and peace to be.

 

02.23.18

Computers Surround Me

Computers surround me here in my head,

I can’t keep this up anymore.

I want to go home and climb into bed,

What am I doing this for?

 

Is there a reason beyond my own will

For me to keep going like this?

For days to go by with life sitting still;

Where is the joy that I miss?

 

Forward they tell us, we cogs in the wheel,

So moment by moment we grind.

So slowly each day we can’t really feel

When our souls have left us behind.

 

Serious thoughts and wrinkled up faces

Are all that I see when I dare.

Are we just here to fill these blank spaces?

Why do I bother to care?

 

Albiet these thoughts are not really present;

Creeping below out of reach.

Creeping my conscience away from the question:

“Who was I fashioned to be?”

 

07.03.19