Poetry

I-Self-Life-Presence of It All

I thought that much I know.

I thought I have got it.

I was in a bliss, things seemed easy and I went with it.

Now:

I realize how less I knew…

How much more is there to learn

How deep threaded is existence that mind cannot explain.

I have to find the strength within myself AGAIN

No beginning or end -it’s just a journey

A process of existence in a moment.

It’s past to blame others

It’s past to compare myself

It’s me, self, here and now

And it is enough

Free minds, free spirits, free souls

Each living their own truth

Diversity, cultures, and freedom

I feel all around

Oh, Brooklyn you been my home

You took me into your presence

We heal our crazy natures

Rewriting our stories

I sit by your roots

It’s where I find strength

I rest by your trunk

It’s where I gain confidence

I look up to see your branches

It’s where I find solace

When you feel the world is quiet;

No signs, no words, no voices;

Then know that it’s not true.

You will see the signs later;

Because He is always with you…