May 01, 2005

 

Much like a confession is the nature of secondary expression.

Ensuing much pretending that requires much defending.

 

There man faithfully heed to stories and glories.

Conceived from tales and lore with no tangible substance at the core.

Derived from a past that does not last,

Projected on to a future tense through mind’s pretense.

 

Until called to relinquish all intangible beliefs that mind conceives.

Birthing NOW and HERE in its place ceasing the chase.

 

 

May 08, 2005

 

Anyone concerned that their spiritual linage matter,

Also believes in approval and flatter!

 

Those that do not adhere to approval or flatter,

Grasp that there is no linage to matter!

 

 

May 15, 2005

 

Concepts as these;

I am a part of a larger puzzle,

Yet, still my own self-directed little separate piece  of the puzzle.

 

This supports a common mental view,

Except for to the few,

That sees through the dew.

 

That there is no little puzzle,

To willfully struggle, hustle or nuzzle,

 

Will and no will comes from the same thrill,

That there is something apart or divided to flip the bill!

 

The final kill,

Is when will and no will becomes still,

No one there to this concept instill.

 

Ulla