yours deep dark eyes can not see how beautiful they are to look into,
but mine can!
your soft, **** lips can not feel how wonderful they are to kiss,
but mine do!
your mind, clouded by self doubts, can not see how magnificent it is,
but mine can!
your heart, blinded by self contempt, can not love you at this moment,
but mine does!

Sooner or later I hope you will
see what I see,
feel what I feel,
appreciate what I do,
and love what I love,
about you,
my dearest friend,
who can love me
like no other!

Thinking of the many people
That have walked through here,
Stayed a while,
Seemingly excited about being here,
Making meaningful connections
With others of like mind and spirit,
Excited to have found something new,
Perhaps an oasis in the desert?

Then left without a word,
Without even a goodbye!
Where did they go?
Why did they go?
Didn't they find
Anything
Of Lasting Value
Here?

Perhaps just a stepping stone
To something better
Would be of some
Consolation...

I am very grateful
For the few that have stayed!
Or at the least, the ones that
Cared enough
To say
Goodbye!

Don’t cry,
our memories
are only one
reality.

©Ben Ditmars 2014

When judgments are believed to be facts,
Especially our own judgments
About ourselves,
They have great weight and mass,
They can crush us like cannon *****,
Imprison us like concrete walls.

But when we see them
For what really they are,
Mere thoughts,
Often chronic opinions of ourselves,
(Perhaps spawned by the
Opinions of fools?)
Seemingly solid as rock, yet
Grounded in nothing,
They have no weight,
They have no mass,
They cannot hurt, nor
Imprison us.
They are no more dangerous than
Snowflakes on our noses,
No more confining than
A morning fog.