I know that we took the wrong roads,
But come on, hold my hands
and let’s find a place to turn around.
It’s not too late.
Let’s not give up.

Sometimes the simplest of things spark memories.
Memories of great importance in our lives.
Every moment and each event in our past planted something important in our soul.

Forgive me.

Forgive me for not asking your forgiveness.
For not accepting you as a savior.
For not believing the mythology
embedded in the narratives.
For not condemning the subsequent religion
as inattentive to your instruction.
For condoning the charlatans
who steal money wielding your image.
For tolerance of the spiritual quagmire
permitting no advance.
For passiveness at the psychological torture
and centuries of persecution
performed in your name.

All in the name of an individual
who taught the simple supremacy
of Love...

Your memory deserves
a better testament.

-fr

The eyes wander in search of knowledge
As the butterfly flutters between flowers in search of sweetest nectar
Skipping the pitcher flowers
And the spider’s ornate dew soaked webs

The tongue and the heart
Enriched by the nectar
Know no thirst, wordless
Meditate, all sated

The mind of all
Knew the taste
The nectar of life
Experiences every day
That come your way