March 26, 2002

a sudden realization
no longer in hibernation.
fascination of creation
I live in this world,
full of emotions; often i am overwhelmed,
at times scared, uncertain,
yet i know of impermanence but
my soul is forever.
my being, the positive and negative will
live in another form...earth, rich soil.
I see the uncertainty, hopefully.
capabilities of the heart, love,
a dove flys freely in the morning sky
do not allow this to pass you by-

I see you in me and I wish we could love unconditionally,
is that possible?
is this love, or just a game with Russian rullet probabilities?
I admit I have played with the revolver but I am tired of spinning in circles, tired of the crazy game...yet, I too admit I do not always act in a way which would please my loquacious conscious...and why?
solely for pleasure, which then becomes fragmented into pain, ache of the heart, leaving me to guestion love!

you write poetry.
do you enjoy philosophy?
can peace exist without wars and
love without hatred? why?
do you enjoy the beauty of a sun rising
in the east above the blue ridge mountains?
and to see a sun setting off in the west?
you write poetry.
is it a message from the soul?
is it timeless?
do the words/phrases/sentences/stanzas create
pictures in your head of places you have never seen?
you write poetry
why?
are you able to express emotions without fear of...unknown?
are you curious about love, life, and your own happiness;
creating happiness for others to experience,
giving love of life, a life to love for all.
you write poetry.
it is in music
poetry exists in language
poetry is honesty