Choices

I am, you are, we are -
All one in the same;
Hating being pointless -
War brings only shame.

Within the battle -
Reaching, screaming out;
War wages oneself -
Self - what it is about.

Tiny ripples growing -
Intensity slowing building;
The rising of the unseen -
Ever increasing shielding.

Before our eyes -
Bending of the forces;
Will you awaken?
Know these are choices.

Beyond Ability

Underneath the wince, the emotion I notice -
I read not your expression; the energy is clear;
An observation at the deepest level, but still -
Only an observation - emotion does not appear.

This, a way of being, seen by others abstract -
The knowing, and wanting to know possesses;
Few, though seem to see it as it really is -
Blessed souls now here to lead the masses.

And wrong, I am, for this only reason -
The common intellect does not understand;
So lost instead of rising to the place need be -
Lost indeed in this foreign gypsy land.

I long for naught, though constantly desire -
The expression beneath the very veil;
The reasons set way beyond the here I am -
Presently building from beneath the shell.

Wait, or wander, collecting as I go -
The muse from the box let go deep within;
Aiming for the galaxy center of existence -
There - where none ever pretend.

For Love or Karma

Confess to me your undying love -
For all these years I have waited;
When will you finally speak truth?
For so long you have debated.

And what day can I plan on
To be finally free of this pain?
To hear those words, I beg you,
Before this aging mind is insane!

Is it, then, you don't feel it?
Do my own senses only deceive?
I know this with all of my being -
What is it, my love, you believe?

An entire lifetime of hiding -
The truth lying deep inside;
Ever waiting for its release -
Still, my love, you hide.

And this dance of circumstance,
How many lifetimes to end?
Speak the words! Shout aloud!
Let our hearts finally mend!

What is it you think I ask,
That sends you to this state?
Healing words that beg for mercy -
Speak before it is too late!

Before in this web we are tied,
And for karma we must return -
This lesson I wish to master now
Let not our hearts further burn.

Deep Within

Deep beneath the soul, yet on the very surface -
Who we appear to be, the ultimate illusion;
From divine love there is never any separation -
We are only masked by the frequency of confusion.

Always aching and yearning for something missing -
Longing for the place we truly call home;
Looking for the other half, who is not here -
In perpetual motion, the heart will always roam.

An awareness begs from beneath the mask -
Ever calling from the center of the heart;
Fear blinding, adding to the weight of reality -
There is only belief in the illusion of apart.

Only one way back to oneness, the path is so clear -
Reach beneath the fear and travel deep inside;
There it all awaits your once again discovery -
It waits where who you are will always reside.

Revolving Door

A constant round of circles;
Leading nowhere, never ending -
Looking always for the way;
Evidently lost, not pretending.

A cycle of will non-existent;
The other cycles continue to spin -
Revolving always, forever behind;
There is never any way to win.

Perfectly in sync at different paces;
Never any closer or farther away -
Missing the exit on every round;
It wasn't meant to be this way.

A dance of circumstance or penance?
Born of only the closed mind -
The heart waits for its release;
The music box knows only its wind.