10/18/2025
I wrote this in July of 2024.
I never made this public. I realize now how dark of a space I was in from the death of my brothers
Sometimes, all times,
I'm all alone,
Traveling through my space,
With no one to relate to,
No one to embrace.
An oddity to all am I,
Muggles think I'm nuts,
Those looking deep within,
At times with me discuss.
Then off they go,
Upon their trek,
With little thoughts of me,
Until once again,
They have a need,
Of the Self of who I be.
Yet the Light within me shines,
I know what little I do,
Is adding to the spread of Love,
With Oneness as the goal.
When times I face my shadows,
My soul rises in a poem,
In a flute,
In the woods,
I am never far Home.
Yet Home eludes me,
I know It,
Feel It,
Sense It,
I hear It's beckoning call,
It's veil is thin,
I pass within,
Then later becomes a wall.
Until arises again the dark,
I remove another brick,
To the endless calling hark,
Along the path of which I stick.
Of the decades of this lifetime,
Crawling painfully
through this way,
Enlightenment emerged
tediously,
How I can not say.
Sometimes now are changing,
I feel it in my bones,
I hear it in the whispers,
Deep down throughout my soul.
Somewhere,
Somehow,
Because of who I be,
The gears of life,
Are moving towards,
My synchronicity.
I fear it,
Embrace it,
The path I've always wandered,
To the change that is to come,
The continuance of service,
Forever for the One.
But still I'm scared,
I will always be,
The hermit all alone.