the branch

 

a branch weighted down,

like a man with troubles,

tries not to break,

always a chance for rebirth,

if part of the whole.

 

anchor gone

the anchor gone,

afloat,

but how long,

with no idea,

where or why,

or how I should go,

the anchor gone.

 

Advice to the Christian

live on the knife's edge,

only this moment, reality,

this moment where the Godhead resides,

nothing else a reality,

the past and future,

only memories and dreams,

illusions and lies,

told and believed in an attempt to cope,

real, only his moment in time,

because of this moment,

lived on a knife's edge.

 

The Land

the land measured and fenced,

but yet untamed,

basically still doing it's own thing,

growing the plants it wants to grow,

hiding it's secrets even in this day and age,

uninhabited,

except for a few families,

and serfs,

the land owners living far far away,

in cities full of the grimiest things in life,

ignorant,

yet happily living a life,

measured and tamed.

 

A New Year

a new year,

or maybe a second chance,

even if it is man-made,

and sorta cheesy,

life always about perspective,

and perception,

the mind in the right place,

and the body,

able to ignore the pain,

and concentrate on the spiritual.