We all grasp reality differently, Our mirroring of reality Is therefore subjectively true. We live in our own World and cannot see the Absolutely true reality; We belie it. True is only he, Who ceaselessly creates Slowly and in toil With a distant aim in sight; Who seeks the truth. Read more…
A Poem for my Mother You unfathomable indescribable you who wiped our noses through the years and dried sad tears inspired us to the good in life – it is not to be taken for granted. You are round as a mound good as a bun you did what you Read more…
You and I I and you being being here now. Why aren’t we all happy? With our entire soul and body. We want we need we try we hide we run from place to place Lost?? Some go forward some go backward where? Live Life, live life Love life, live Read more…