As we dream so will we awake
People stranded in this age
Our own selves - our only sage
Souls drifting listless alone
Turn more and more to their own
More often we cannot evolve
Outward pursuits and we devolve
Denying a day of meditation
Eternal rest or salvation
Realities we no longer believe
Now if we cannot give or receive
May we find courage once more
You and I on an open shore
See tomorrow in ways unknown
This day can pass when we are grown
Inner path and peace awaits
Conscious in our Mystic place
(December 1st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
