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This is some work from my collection of poems...

I write to communicate in a multi-layered, parable form. Each will understand according to the depth of their knowledge and understanding. Much is hidden behind the word. Those that seek, find; even if it is not what they were looking for.

  ROUND TRIP

I write for you
It's right for me
to share the fruit
of the knowledge tree
Each choice we make
is another branch to climb
Each moment
is our chosen time
We rise and fall
We are One
We are All
when we answer
to the remembered call
Involution
Evolution
Eternal revolution
Perpetual motion
Thoughts powered
by controlled emotion
that directs the flow
encouraged by decisions
that have us grow
to what we are
Who
Where
Why we travel so far
to get back
to where we started...
only to realize
we had never departed.

© verso
23/2/02

Round Trip
  UNBORN

We were free from thinking
Breath not yet experienced

A nascent Soul
Fresh in fluid tranquility
Innocent of joy
Ignorant of fear
But we did feel
We did hear

A cosmic revolution
Three-quarters complete
Now we move to the call
of nature's heartbeat

Death of this safe world
A life in the new
Now we cry to return
to the home where we grew

We were free from thinking
Now we have breath.

verso- 92



Fluid Tranquility
  Full Circle

You're insane...
You expect a different outcome
You accept to do the same
You repeat...
You walk in circles
You fail to complete
You criticize...
You open wounds
You close your eyes
You pre-judge...
You're belligerent
You do not budge
You're too proud...
You hear no whisper
You shout too loud
You do not sing
You do not give
You do not bring
You deny...
You choose to ignore
You live the lie
You forget...
You diminish your Soul
You increase your debt
You fear...
You run to escape
You return here
You're not just clay
You shape the mould
You chip away
You create...
You conspire
You demonstrate

You're insane.


verso- 27/2/02

Power in your hands