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It Is Possible To Know

It’s possible to know from whence I came
There is no need to even have a name
I am a part of eternal creation
Reunification is my destination

Born of the same energy of all creation
I seek form to experience the relation
Between the parts that make up the whole
Unveiling the purpose of my soul

Life in any form any time or anywhere
Has the opportunity to become aware
To understand its relationship to the whole
Revealing its purpose in life its unique role.

Be thankful for life for having a part,
Interact with the others from your heart.

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Nature Speaks To My Soul

I stand alone in natures beauty,
     in the woods by a trickling stream.
I feel the presence of my destiny,
     as a repetitive eternal dream.

I hear the gurgling of water,
     as it follows its chosen way,
No worries of tomorrow,
     as it just flows towards the bay.

My mind says, relax you’re never alone, 
     the beauty of nature is all around.
A fallen oak tree seems to beckon me,
     I acknowledge it and gently sit down.

I close my eyes and calm my thoughts,
     a calming quietness welcomes me.
I slow my breath, open my heart,
     and let myself to just be.


I feel the oneness of all creation, 
     and the presence of love that oneness brings.
Then my thoughts wondered why it took so long,
     to sincerely seek deep spiritual things.


The message I received, without a word, 
     from a presence calming and maternal.
When you acknowledge your spiritual self,
     you’ll be aware that life is eternal.

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Life On the River

A balance in life can solve the riddle. 
To find the balance, start in the middle.
Distractions from the banks may lead us wrong.
Go with the flow where the current is strong.

The banks are sirens calling to our ears,
offering us pleasures relieving fears.
The emotion of love, the fear of pain,
tossing and turning, driving us insane.

Too much pleasure can lead to addiction,
pain and sickness can lead to restriction.
Reject their temptations, stay in the flow,
the river is wise and knows where to go.

Avoid extremes, be content with enough.
Life on the river, no need for the fluff.

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Our Final Test

Our final test will be graded
When our breath has dissipated
Life itself is our final test
Final grade when we’re laid to rest

Taking the test may make you snore
If you don’t care about the score
For the next one you’ll study more
Then it hits I’m dead on the floor

There’re no more chances to improve
That was the final my last move
What can I say when at the gate
Please let me have a later date

Your name is not here take a look
Only those saved are in the book

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Seeds of the Soul

In our souls lie all the seeds,
Waiting patiently to meet our needs.
Soulfully waiting for us to choose,
For us to use or abuse.

We plant our seeds in our garden of life,
The seeds we choose will bring joy and strife.
Many we’ll plant, but all will not flourish,
Much depends on how much we nourish.

Some that are planted will wither away,
Others will grow stronger day after day.
Some that have withered for seemingly no reason,
Were just simply planted in the wrong season.

When planting your garden; Ask what will I see?
If this garden I plant turns out to be me.
Then look all around at others the collective we,
For therein lies a reflection of thee.

What we see in others is the full-grown seeds,
Good and bad, both our wants and our needs.
It’s the characteristics, the best and the least,
That when fully grown show our angel or beast.

We won’t always plant the seeds that are right,
When looking inside we have limited sight.
Our souls attract others to whom we relate,
To help us grow either toward Love or hate.

The good seed in others, the things we admire,
We should soulfully nurture and make our desire.
The bad traits in others can grow also in us,
We must uproot these quickly like greed or lust.

Easier seen in others than seen in me,
Or the things I want or don’t want to be.
As I travel my quest to set my soul free,
I pray that my choices are pleasing to Thee.

Oh, great Creator of all I can see,
Thank you for giving awareness to me.
For selfish and judging I don’t want to be,
But loving and compassionate like unto to Thee.

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The Darkest Hour

The darkest hour comes with pain that's insane,
Excruciating, unrelenting pain.
The sobbing and gasping are so abrupt.
The heart is broken; the body gives up.

The darkest hour tries to take full control,
Searching through the suffering for the soul.
Disillusioning evil tells a lie.
“Death will set you free, so let yourself die.”

Numbness begins to smother the feeling.
The chaos of your mind sends you reeling.
In time you know there must be a reason
To continue at least for a season.

Looking deep within, you search for the light,
A seed of love to help you through the night.

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Back To the Beginning

What is the meaning of it all?
If I told you, you’d surely bawl.
Cry like a baby, yes you would,
If all of truth you understood.

Truth can be so enlightening,
Also, can be quite frightening.
For from the start, we’ve known it all.
Our greatest challenge is recall.

When recalled the truth is real,
All empty spaces it will fill.
We all were born from just one source,
And are guided by the same force.

From one source till our paths are done,
And once again we all are one.

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Our Deepest Desire

In times of old I’ve heard it said,
That all roads led to Rome.
Now like the beating of distant drums,
Our hearts are leading us home.

It’s not the things that we possess,
That reveal what we deeply desire.
It’s a longing for peace and serenity,
To which our spirit doth aspire.

Returning to the source of our creation,
Giving up this existence in form.
To be in a state of eternal Love,
Where the Source of creation will calm every storm.

With ego we created this deceptive illusion,
Hiding our authentic self from all.
Unbeknownst to us, our truest self,
Has been answering destiny’s call.

For all the answers to all the questions,
In their time will miraculously appear. 
When we’re at that place where there’s no time,
Where all thoughts are perfectly clear.

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Ode To Poetrysoup

As we sit and type and stare at our screens.
At times we wonder what all of this means?
With our mouse we roam through poems like a maze.
Looking for something, worthy of our praise.

We write of our hopes and tell of our woes,
Most of the time, not knowing where it goes.
We wait for the views and comments to see.
We try to share thoughts authentically.

Friendships begin with people we don’t know.
Some will flourish and continue to grow.
We freely give hugs and our blessings too,
And even sent soup mail to just a few.

Why is it on screen we can be so bold?
Telling our secrets that we’ve never told.
Why do we share the deep thoughts on our minds?
Others can see in through our opened blinds.

We have things to say and feel that we must.
So, we open our hearts to friends we trust.
To PoetrySoup friends, my family,
I have found the place where I’m meant to be.

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The Ballpark

The dream of every Little Leaguer
in our town was to play in The Ballpark.
The Ballpark was the diamond 
where all the Major League games were played.

There were only four teams
in the Major League.
The best of the Little Leaguers
were drafted onto those four teams.

The Ballpark was a miniature baseball diamond
built to scale of a real major league ballpark.
All games were played at night
under the lights.

I’d been drafted as a pitcher and shortstop
to the defending league champion’s team
Being a Texan, I was thrilled to be a part of 
the Texas Rangers Little League team.

We got official Little League uniforms 
and a new glove each year we were on the team.
I was headed to the ballpark
for my first game.

My parent drove me to the park 
and tried to calm me down.
I was the starting pitcher
for our first game of the season.

When the car stopped, I jumped 
out and ran to the dugout gate.
I was in awe at the sight of the bright lights,
the green grass, and white baselines.

I was stunned, then I heard the voice
of my coach call my name.
"You need to warm-up Billy, 
it’s almost time for the game."



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