#gong
“Where is it I must go?”,
I ask my mirror’s reflection
Is there truly something missing,
Or do I miss imperfection?
I’ve yet to wander far enough
To dull my soul’s reverberations
My body, a holy temple fueled by resounding purpose
GONGG…..GONGG…..GONGG…..
Do I truly know my calling,
Or is my longing just a comfort?
If I am grateful for my life,
Should I worry time is too short
To spend any of my days
Without some type of progress to report?
I worry I am drifting asleep. I need to wake up before it’s too late
GONGG…..GONGG…..
What if I gave it up?
I fear it might end really bad
Would the universe reject me
And crumble everything I had,
Make sure that I was forced
To fulfill some sort of soul contract?
If I knew which one was my opponent, I could be prepared to fight
GONGG…..
I wonder, will I ever make it?
Is there even an “it” to make?
If there is something I desire,
Then is it something I will create?
Do I focus on my blessings
Or on a treasure that might be fake?
I ask for a sign that I am doing the right thing
…..
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
MySelf to pieces split and cleaved,
o'er the grave he stood bereaved.
When salvation seemed so close at hand,
he saw confusion in the plan;
Two halves of One he must retrieve.
The Seven Lights he sought to find,
suspended east-ward in the sky.
When once or twice he, free of fear
spied his heart out chasing deer;
he knelt - trembling before the lie.
Breathing slowed - the flowing saddle
in which he rode, abreast Death's rattle.
The numbers upward, did he climb
from six to seven, eight to nine;
symbols of a timeless battle.
In purgatory now I wait
for Flame of Hell or Heaven's Gate.
Strange personalities within vibrations,
a Cosmic Gong to heal Death's Station;
I stand my ground - I forge my fate.
Wherefore art thou Chariot I ride,
that which I've been given, hidden by the sky?
A Sphere of Mirrors w/ no sides,
into my tear of fire doth collide;
A temperamental Horse I ride.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
You pound on my spine
And it echoes through to my head
Like I am a gong
And you are the man with the baton
When you arrive I feel alive
Because you bring the smell of thyme
Which evokes a positive state of mind
Though you never show up on time
It is your scent
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
*A silent gong
Of all things wrong
Echo's through my empty eyes
Pushing out pain filled cries
The silent only defeating me
From all hope of me to be*
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
My breathing slows
my mind is stilled
my spirit rises
Falun Gong
The evening weeps
in empathy
an evil steals
echoes of souls
As One we join
our sanctity
in supplication
to Divine
As more among us
simply vanish
Disappeared
without a trace
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
One soul to awaken
Two souls to make love
Three souls officiate a family
Five elements to keep in balance
Eight gateways to filter through
Thirteen to make it true
Twenty-one to set in stone
Thirty-four to seven the circuitry in I AM the will atones
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC