If silence is gold, then speech is bold,
the heart stays young yet the mind stay old,
whispering chants destroy the walls of our world - this prison,
even in Cold or Heated Hell. Whispers of Wisdom...

At war, after war; all but hell burned to dust,
Would survival depend, let us not pretend, on friends you can trust
Destroying dark demons of old; for all must
A battlefield for whispering angels, and devils of wartime lust.

Minds Anchored, Hearts plenty, yet no hesitation
To choose to alter course to develop potential,
Light and dark; never apart, both passive and active
Whispers of Wisdom reach us, whenever; whatever we practice.

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Scurrilous birds fly by,
To nest in the little painted
Houses left clear for them,
In awkward circles they romp
Their peculiar dramas
With ****** wings.

Do they even witness
The skies revolving canvas,
New masterpieces each day,
How the light shimmers
In the sparkle rays of sun,
How the golden fields,
Of vales in sighted sweep
And dance, airy etudes,
By the windfall gusts
So suddenly arising?

These visions are marks
For but few, who hear time
As it plays in stepped quartets
Of the spiraling seasons song,
For the lone mercies, gifts,
To ones most gentle, merest,
Spirited eyes who gaze deftly,
Deep in sacred days,
From a window.

I have loved, I have lost
All these romances, at what cost?
Is this heart not fragmented?
Is it a 'sin' meant to be repeated?
Yes, sometimes I feel tormented,
Yet a deep Truth in my soul
Whispers that I Am whole.

A steady voice, felt but not seen,
A constant presence on my team.
Even at the lowest of lows,
Ask for help
She always shows us the way,
It is the Tao
All that there is: the here and now.

Those who passed the gate,
                              don't ask the gate keeper
Those who ask the gate keeper,
                              haven't yet passed the gate.

It is easy to be indifferent,
                              and not take action,
Easy to fool one another,
                              and view morality as an abstraction,

What has long been neglected,
                              cannot be fixed right away,
Regretting past fault and folly,
                              Brings potential; Don't stray from The Way.

small crevices filtering water from the rain,
all heedless, silence, when alleys utter shouts of pain,
all in motion, void devotion
hidden schemes, but caution
sleep,
even commercials, hide skill, despite it's toxin....

a vertical garden of concrete bliss,
lessons, points of times past, did we succeed or miss?
sleep well, each day another chance,
despite looks, money, truth appears, when self in stance

sleep, the city needs sleep,
not action, not movement, just self to keep,
sleep, sleep you'll have steps, leaps,
whether just or foul, an ad, or even truth in cowl,
sleep, city sleep, the city... the world, needs us
our minds are too busy, let the city, our minds sleep for once

Change is difficult, but never deadly,
Choosing self, increase potentiality for eternity,
Wastelands, Oceans of undeveloped skill and ability,
Sincerity lost in everyone's life's scenery.

Non conscious breaths, only unconscious actions,
Self harm, unperceptive misconceptions in all our reactions,
Even Enlightened Minds perceive but a fraction,
Of self imbued virtues: too often viewed as an abstraction.

No God present, no Divine Intervention,
All reactive, on Earth, no single act of prevention,
No sacred arm from another place, maybe even dimension.
To stop our follies, machinations of evil, our only comprehension.

Yet...
Self imbued with self, potential forever increasing,
Only we can develop ourselves, I AM a human being,
Blessings for the taking, when blessing self,
May all find themselves, their balance, before their time of death.

Change is difficult, but never deadly,
Choose self and potentiality for eternity.