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Show me how the truth looks like
before I cover my mind with a lie,
Show me how to breathe, when
my pulse is about to die,
Show me how to believe, when
you are the one who breaks my trust,
Show me how to love, when
the surroundings are covered in lust,
Show me how to live, when
my ray of living has ceased to fall upon,
Show me how to look up, when
the mornings are dusky not a breaking dawn,
Show me how to rise up, when
you are the one pushing me down,
Show me how to smile, when
my boy makes me frown,
Show me how to care, when
my palm is deprived of your face,
Show me how to bear, to
not live in your embrace,
Show me the way, the path to those doors,
The doors above, that's all i want, I want no more,
I yield to those stairs, the stairs to eternity,
I'm walking, walking towards God almighty,
I have no hope, I am a phoenix bereft of its ashes,
I am perishing into perpetuity to never come up to
these wounds and rashes*.
.
I write him in my sentences,
I write him in my diary.

I print him on pages,
I print him on stories.

I carve him on stones,
I carve him in designs.

I sketch him in my moans,
I sketch him in my mind.

I etch him in tattoo,
I etch him on woods.

I sculpt him in statues,
I sculpt him into the man he stood.

I inscribe him on ripples,
I inscribe him on the swirl of my wine.

I draw him in circles,
I just can’t draw the line.
And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.
In a place that never existed anywhere,
leading a life that never ever happened
sparks of fire of wanton imagination,we are,
that will appear reflected in eternity's mirror
all these dreams are created by our illusory mind.
"Brahma Satyam,Jagan midhya"(The absolute is the truth, cosmos is an illusion")says Adi Shankara, the "Non duelist" philosopher who established there is no two, all is one.
Forgive my impatience,
or disobedience,
or sin.
Lord, I know there's a dance
you're preparing me for,
I'm not yet in.
Lord, I know you're taking what's broken
and gently have begun to mend.
And I don't want to be a disappointment,
no...never again.
Keeping searching my heart, God,
so I may never stray again.
Rid me of my flesh.
Rid me of my selfishness.
And Jesus, let your holiness be my amen.
I will lift my hands, I will bend my knees, I will raise my voice.
So give me a song to sing.
 Jul 2015 Pam Weldon
John Stevens
I think that I shall never see
A leaf as lovely without a tree
When it falls upon the ground
So gently placed to be found.
A child gathers it in her hands
Carefully places it on the sands
Hoping to grow a brand new tree
For all the world new life to see.
The last four lines had many interruptions (5 year old). Changed direction at least three times. Could not remember where it was going. The child was driving this one.
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