Does suffering ever stop
Does the wind ever completely cease
Does a desert stay scorched by the sun forever
Does the pain in my heart ever go away
Does my body ever relax and take time to run astray
The notes of my life, play in singularity or chorus
They dance and weave, they mesmerize and conceive, they hide and cower
They pentrate my soul resulting in ecstacy or frozen showers
What was today forms tomorrow and tomorrow gives direction to next week
And next week is planned toward the following year beit a house, new birth or safe keep
Life is predictable, predicably so - it has allowed for the miracle and wonder long enough to see it sow
To sow and harvest to reap and flourish to also fall down, flounder and sit without courage
To strive, to know, to seek out more only comes with the cost measuring what was before
To create and please and interact and relate to the "it" and "all"
Nature's tapestry , machinery, spirit - responding to call
To live and die, a door knob to a thousand exits and entries
Embrace, embrace, embrace
Feel grace, grace, grace
Soon becoming replace, replace, replace
Life may come - life may go, lets be honest, this is really what life is so
On many levels, as many as you choose to see
A warm touch, a kind heart, a gentle smile, a bended knee
For all creation and inspiration and Kingdoms on Earth
To know, be aware and wonder in the moment
must inexplicably have death to this Birth
A relation may leave, a friend may falter, a job may dissolve or alter
Even after the action and act - the mind and body needs time to unwrap
The storm may be gone, but the gail force winds still hammer from divorce
Leaving home, physcially gone long ago , yet the heart stills weeps as if it wasn't so
The bright and ignorant eyes of yester year, listen through tired eyes as if to hear
The belonging and freedom, lived but unknown, knock like a nasty woodpecker building his home
They say don't feed the wolf that continues to run astray
Yet "they" didn't tell me, I should love him until he kindly goes away
Not to feed, not to nourish, not to give attention
Rather to acknowledge, his role in this life, the other side of intention
When I live, I want to move and when I am dying I want to run away
For everything I want, have and cherish, only possible, if I embrace as well,
what must perish
Having heard nothing lasts forever and I must "strive" to let it go
I hope to shift my perception, drop into my quiet vast introception
and just Be.
Knowing my gifts, my pleasures, my laughter, my joy,
my tenderness, my drama, my kindness, my life
All the wonder and breathlessness, all the work, all that seeking
is only possible in this world where their cannot be eternal keeping
When does the suffering stop?
When there is no when, when there is no stop
Moving on, stepping forward, turning over another rock
is only quantumly possible with the trailing shock
I don't see it as goodbye, farewell dear enemy or friend
I see it becoming Oneness, within myself and it is this
which will never End.
The Beginning and the End
The Alpha and the Omega
Al-Awwal wa al-Akhir
Adi Ananta
Ein Sof
Dao
The Great Mystery
The Sacred Circle