I've hardly
finished with myself
it's just a beginning
in self-swimming
in the sea of being
a mere pausing
and reflecting
as time is passing
in its myriad rhyming

I'm not ashamed
of my past failing
only propelled
inexorably
into more searching

hoping
ere the last evening
of time
I'd have been
in my desired homing.

The day is your place
and time of worship
no church or temple
is ever in need

every moment
or a single deed
is an enough prayer
as you stand on your feet

kind words
to someone you meet
lending a helping hand
somewhere in the street

in that lone silence
is your sincerest worship
chronicled in your own heart
forever to cherish and keep.

Poetry is the sublime distillation
of words and thought
coming together
in perfection

An unreasonable world this is
as people seldom look beyond themselves
all out they are for self-gratification
worthy perspectives they sadly miss

over time,  their hearts are calcified
beauty and wonder they dismiss
human connectedness is dismally lost
their loneliness sets in as thick as the darkest mist

Fear not the outcome
do what you must
despite all uncertainties
yourself you should trust

only action can set you free
as into the unknown you ******
the veil will then be lifted
the mist will disperse at last.

I never like
the word 'spent'
it seems to signify
there's nothing left
something has been wasted
can't be salvaged
in the extreme -
dead!

Everyone says:
'Such is life':
but when asked
about 'such'
they are silent