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Taking a Chance
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Life is like a flower garland,
Held close by those who dare
To flow in kindred spirit
With the risk to share.
Listening to life’s sweet music
Inside, on the inner ear,
Flowing with a greater force
That trumpets ever clear.
Words can’t and don’t
Ever hold them bound.
Deep inside, where Love abides,
They hear only spiritual sound.
Lucky those who grasp this thought,
Its essence foremost in mind.
Through their days of treadmill race,
They conquer each daily grind.
The Veils
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Layers of veils
Drawn over the mind,
Shut out light of knowledge,
Shielding hope from mankind.
The first one blots out charity,
It’s called the veil of “Greed.”
The second is called “Suspicion,”
And curtails doing good deeds.
The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”
Stops our hearts from being kind.
The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”
Makes people follow along blind.
The fifth is the darkest–
It’s simply known as “Hate,”
Yet the shining light
Of Love can penetrate.
Regardless of how tightly
These veils are drawn,
They can be opened by Knowledge
As night surrenders to dawn.
Ever so slowly now,
The veils begin to part.
Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,
Over the mind and into the heart.
At last they’re completely open,
Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.
The harsh light of Truth assisted,
And together they set you free.
Prime Time
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Does watching a clear, fast mountain stream
While inhaling sweet, spruce-laden air
Or enjoying quiet serenity of beautiful aspens,
Gazing up at rough-cut grandeur of towering mountains
Cast a therapeutic spell?
The answer is freely available to anyone
Willing to venture out and sample
This boundless treasure.
Worries flow away merrily with the water’s rush.
Troubles vanish like smoke
In the crisp, cool air
Which teases the mountaintops.
Thoughts are free to wander aimlessly
While consuming enormous quantities
Of rich subject matter.
An all-elusive peace enters the dark,
Twisted inner recesses of the subconscious,
Bringing with it freshness and light.
Wild creatures scurry and flit about unconcerned,
As nature spins and weaves,
Displaying her enchanted magic.
An unspeakable sense of joy and well-being prevails,
Engulfing mere mortals,
Sealing the lips to silence,
For to speak might shatter the beautiful, fragile spell.
America
This poem is in Autumn Leaves:
There! Do you see it? Is it still there?
A bright ray of light that splits the dark clouds of despair…
A ray of light brightly shining forth
Through the dark gloom of ignorance…
A ray of light bravely illuminating
And piercing the haze of hunger.
What is this light made of?
Where does it come from?
This bright brave light is composed of
Invisible substances called love,
Hope, dreams, tolerance and freedom.
It emanated from a piece of earth called America,
Conducted by a God-fearing people
Who left the darkness and live in the light.
This bright light cannot be extinguished
Because, once seen or heard of,
Shines into the hearts and minds of the tired,
Hungry and opposed people of the world.
Do you see it? Yes! Yes!
Thank God, it’s still there!
Feelings
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
Feelings are but thought extension
Placed into feeble expression,
Sometimes poured out through touch or deed,
Or even mumbled confession.
Feelings are but emotions and desires,
Surfacing into reality,
Striving to achieve dreamed of destiny
Or to quench love’s raging fires.
Expressing them is often difficult,
Like handling fishhooks wearing gloves.
Overpowering, they sometimes help
With insistent, nudging shoves.
As one’s soul is purged by confession,
We learn a most valued lesson–
Our world would be painted shades of gray
Without our efforts at expression.
Love Is
This poem appears in Autumn Leaves:
My eyes have looked, and
In looking have seen, and
Having seen, beheld the Truth.
My heart has known, and
In knowing is filled, and
The fullness is Truth of Love.
Wealth is but passing vanity, and
Time wears away shallow efforts; yet,
Love and Truth overcomes both.
Love is never demanding, and
When aided by her cousins, Compromise and Understanding,
Grows healthy and flourishes.
Love awakens those feelings that are
Most noble in men and women,
Enriching their walk on life’s path.
Love brings contentment and understanding.
Coupled with thanksgiving,
Its lack turns life into a barren wasteland.
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Time Weaver
Building sand castles in the wind,
Invisible footprints through trackless time,
Though they disappear before the eye,
Never from the mind.
Weaving thoughts with gossamer threads,
Picking daisies in warm sunshine,
Dreaming yesterday’s dreams,
Savoring tomorrow’s sweet wine.
Are daydreams tomorrow’s reality?
Is reality but today’s simple dream?
Is either necessary or really wanted?
Are they really what they seem?
Don’t lock our soul in reality’s prison.
Let our minds forever be open
To wander without restraining fetters,
Enjoying the many colors of Life’s Prism.
Throw off your earthbound shackles.
Let closed eyes open to see.
Wander through the world’s many wonders.
Yes, come now and journey with me.
This is a poem in Autumn Leaves.
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