On Another Plane

Of all the beautiful things I see lying in the distance, a questions rises about myself and my mere existence.
The body of water that snakes between the valleys; pure and clear in its purpose and destination
The beautiful lights that group in a pattern, acknowledging that life is thriving here and now
The incandescent clouds, shrouding the ground, add mystery to what lies below
The rainbow of colors, dazing me from the horizon, are always beautiful and perfect in their imperfections
Leading me to believe there is an end; tempting me to find it

Crawl to the edges! Climb the peaks! Be one of the strong; not one of the weak

In these heavens, I find I’m not secure, because of this body that surrounds me, being impure

Extending to infinity, the great far and wide. Where will I land?

The same place my heart resides…


Soulless but not dead

Flowing through, moving fluidly, the ocean and skies scream at me. They tell me of the horrors they’ve witnessed to themselves and the other innocents. They tell me in great wailing laments that ring in my ears and tear in my eyes. I find myself crying for the heartless and soulless that die.

For you and I have dealt them with much disrespect; selfishly with disregard for those lacking heart or soul, we have begun to tear down all that is old. Older than us and before the beginning of time, these heartless and soulless beings were alive and thriving.

Peace, serenity, unity in a perfect circle of life. Before the pain and destruction began and these ancients were denied of their home. Driven to receed and die; begin to fade away. The memory of the way things were and how they could not stay, echo from those that are still here.

The ones still living, though heartless, have fear.

Carried by a child

Blinded from this world and its judgements.

Rules that bind me; oppression that withers my spirit, my force and will to persist. I contemplate the reasons that I exist and wonder what is my place. Where in this puzzle is there a hole shaped like me? A perfect fit where I will be secure and unmoveable to the world.

When will someone stop dumping me over, spilling and scattering me, strewn across the floor to be picked up by a child and put back together. Held together with a child’s glue, I am damaged, but my pieces are securely renewed.

Life begats life and I move on, persisting where once no will existed. I continue my journey steadily uphill upon this rough and ragged path. But, I have footprints behind me, pushing me forward to make something from the chaos I’m presented with.

To make me smile even when I’m falling

To make me laugh even though I’m crying

To give me hope that there is good in this world and a purpose for what we do

For my life, sanity and hope: My children, I thank you