continuous obscurity…

these things
have
no end
birth
followed by
death
death
followed by
grief
grief
followed by
forgetfulness
it is
forgetfulness
that
let’s cycles
begin
again
cycles of life
and
hope
cycle of hate
and
anger
then
cycles of death
and
grief
followed by
cycles
of
forgetting

 

the library…

one life to a book
collections of short stories
all first editions
once a book has been removed
just a few are remembered
most are forgotten
their spaces are soon refilled
with newer copies
dusty historical books
the only remnants of souls

 

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a circle unto itself…

a-circle-unto-itself

we struggled to walk
as a child seeking freedom
so too as we age

so too as we age
midlife battles rage like when
we struggled to walk

we struggled to walk
life’s path for so many years
so too as we age

after the planting…

garden of eden

each day
we
collect
and
place
a grain
of rice
on a sheet
of paper
paper
created
from rice
believing
it to be safe
stacking it
higher
and
higher
but
one day
it will rain
and
the rice
will return
to the earth
from which
it came
just
as we
return
to god