WHAT FORGOT WHO?

How should I walk along the old paths?

Yesterdays come crowding into my mind, and there are old people with memories far clearer than mine,

And I shall leave them all behind.

When I saw the trees again;

Senses that feel the wind and smell the grass connect with something.

They haven't changed;

going by, knowing there is no time,

Something calls out, "wait,

Remember me? You left me here with them,

Come back,

You left a part of you behind."

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REMEMBER

Remember remember, remember, myself morning, evening and night,

remember, remember, remember myself, member I am alive! in breathing, heart beating, feeling and sensing, how could I have forgotten,

how much has been left behind?

how much was entrusted to the mind?
my birthright spent in a foreign land, I long in my heart, so quietly to return to my father and repent.

I've travelled so far since that magical morning when essence was born, has he come such away?

I cannot remember, we,don't know the way to go home how far did we fall, we still hear the call to go back whence we came.

FROM MYSTERY-a poem

like a breathing clock

the pendulum swings

next, last, next last next
although it cannot be seen,

only for a moment is the pendulum still,

yet the machine dreams on, next, last next, last, next.

the allowing the connection-a poem

or us there is only the connection,

as we are, alone,
as we are only something;

to touch in some way, reach out,

as we are, incomplete

TIME-a poem

time is the waste and the hesitation,

the ache and the sigh,

time makes everything a lie.

RELATED LOVE- A POEM

Love is not ordinary,

it is magical, vibrant. like life,
as essential as breath or bread,
as marvellous as a flock of birds in flight,

or the sunrise.

planted in the essential, let us never take it for granted, in the ordinary run of things.

it comes from a greater love, from far above the ordinary.

let us never treat our lives as ordinary, flat,

life and love are far too extraordinary for that.
each breath comes and comes again as life,
as life lives its magic in the beating heart,

not small and ordinary but blended with the greater, as included in the higher love of which our love is part.