Much Later On,
On the dark side of the street,
A small glimmer of sun shines on my face.
A spark of epiphany and realization on the past enters
Giving me what I need after countless months of uncomforted sitting.
Finally, some more clarity came to me and a much needed moment of personal history.
Onward/Forward,
With a remembrance of the past,
The voice of my youth returned in archaic form.
Telling me, encouraging me, aiding me in my progress.
Even he went through the same experience, and his voice comforts
Me when I hear and know that. A nice reminder that we are all the same at the core.
And we all have the energy, the know how, and the drive to change the ways of the past for a better tomorrow.
On this blog are posted mere fragments some may call poems or tales. These are mere thoughts of a (possibly) partially insane young man child written in his late and post college life. Criticism is always appreciated.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Sunday Afternoon Mediation
It's so easy to fall into the routine and forgot to reflect on the day.
I forget the patience I gained and the development I've grown through on a daily basis during the long year, while
Letting the trifles and time wasting acts take over the day's hours.
But when I let go of the world, that I fall way too deep in, I can feel the past connections I had and begin to truly meditate on my basement the young cheetahs fear to scan and survey.
More clarity will come, more than that has already arrived.
I forget the patience I gained and the development I've grown through on a daily basis during the long year, while
Letting the trifles and time wasting acts take over the day's hours.
But when I let go of the world, that I fall way too deep in, I can feel the past connections I had and begin to truly meditate on my basement the young cheetahs fear to scan and survey.
More clarity will come, more than that has already arrived.
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