bro ken

what contradiction
when a person is whole and complete-
he is so succeptible to being broken;
while picking up pieces after being shattered,
the being looks fragile and barely holding together
yet
there is an inner strength
a core cohesivenss
that develops
or emerges
and we are all but fragile
the being inside holds itself together so strong
not letting any of the cracks fall apart
misleading the rest of the world
like most other things

lonesome

lonliness is painful
 from the top of my head to the tip of my toes
why is there so much of it !
distractions help only to a point
after that when you feel alone,
the presence of people begins to irritate
i want to feel at home rested complete
this sense of longing- for god knows what
is beinging to tire me now
i want to feel like i have 'arrived'
where am i headed,
i dont know yet

music for the soul

music is good for the soul
it raises vibrations
and lifts the spirit out of
at times what seems like a never ending abyss
within moments that too
such power !
such a blessing to be able to heal in this manner
yet lyrics or songs are sometimes over rated
because what really breathes life into the soul
is the very notes
the sound
the music
the unrecognizable utterances if at all any
i find that i listen better
when i dont understand
strange but true
words and language can sometimes be a burden
block the vibrations from entering your heart
music is in the sound
they are light notes
riding on the waves of empty space
and the less said the better :)

raising questions
can only sometimes be good

death

fear
of everything
especially death
can be horrifying
as if one is adrift and needs an anchor
suddenly a vision of being a speck in the universe
or a small boat in a huge rough sea
desperately looking for something or someone
how must it feel to be near death?
how scary must it be?
dark and scary
with nothing and no one inside your head
but your own self
such a terribly lonely feeling
so alone so lonely
there is no one for you
why cant there be someone or something
 that you can hold onto
just a little support
a gentle hug
someone who can
envelope you and make it all go away

maybe

i miss her so much
she is around all the time
yet the absence
 is heart breaking
how come the unseen seems
 more convincing
and what i see seems doubtful
 i no longer trust  my beliefs
yet such faith  in what MAY be

ah ha

one evening as i sit listening to poetry
it strikes me out of the blue
like a bolt-
the purpose of what i do.
we bring joy and beauty
to an otherwise barren world
things would be so dead
if we didnt try to keep  the spirit alive
finally!
some sense in my being
what a relieving thought this is
how liberating.
i no longer need to justify further what i do
dont need no logic
dont need any approvals
the weight is off my shoulders
i know within myself what i am

why i am