Longing

• I dream I am walking.
• Walking in the desert; nothing around me or behind me.
• Nothing except the white warm sand.
• I am not hot, nor do I feel any discomfort.
• My clothes are clean and light.
• I am traveling alone, but I am not worried or lonely.
• My soul feels free and cleansed.
• Further ahead of me I can see a well of water and the sun shining beautifully.
• I do not look away, for the sun does not blind me; it welcomes me.
• I am not thirsty, but the well is there for me.
• I go forward, with no afterthought of what I leave behind.
• For what awaits me is far better than what I leave.
• The end of anguish and the beginning of never-ending bliss.

Poetry

True Love

How do you express in words the love you have for the creator of all; the one who knows?

Love from a cup in which affection and devotion continuously flows

How do you explain such feelings of admiration that extends far beyond any category or class?

If you attempt to describe it you would not complete your spiel until you breathed your last

He guides and encompasses everything that is

He receives no assistance from anyone; the ability is unique and it is only his

This he does without ever making an attempt

It is beyond all humanly capacity; a skill from which we are exempt

We are the orginal creation of "The One Who Creates"

A talent of which we can never relate

If you try to pursue the task of describing him, you will be left in awe of the only "All Knowing King"

For he is true beauty, he is most powerful, and merciful; he is everything

Poetry

Have you ever had your heart-broken before, and felt like you would not get over it? This is a poem I wrote at one period in my life:

• Lies
• Obsession
• Vagueness
• Emptiness

After the fog fades and reality comes into visibility, this is what is left. The after effects of love gone sour.

(Looking back on it now, I think how dramatic lol)

Poetry

.............Master Poet.............

• Words that are in code; waiting to be deciphered.
• Words that make you ponder

• Words that excites your imagination

• Words that are complex

• Words that force you to extend your mind to greater capacities

• Words that awaken your senses; forces you to see, feel, hear, smell and taste everything as if it were your first time.

These are the key ingredients that make a Master poet and his words make me feel inadequate.

Potential not realized

"I write for me, and not for you." If that were true, then why do I care what other poets do? Why do I compare and stare at words that will never be mine? Why do I feel unsastified wth my work time after time? Is it ok to measure my efforts by the acheivements of others, when their work ignites the soul of true poetry lovers? Can I not be more subtle with my words, and not write so bold? Will I ever aquire this skill before it is too late and I too old? Questions that I may never have answers for; then I resolve to ask them no more.