Poetry

[Confused]

Thank you very much, dear Ruth. Thank you

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What causes the sorrow?

A great philosopher of the past asked,
what causes the sorrow?
Don't we know we borrow,
of the ONE's own marrow?

I sorrow,
because I fear tomorrow.
What is this tomorrow,
that always casts a long shadow?

The power lies in the NOW,
yet I do not want to plow,
on the soil of faith and will.
And I wonder why I am ill.

In isolation, flash moments of divine inspiration,
that dissipate in the chaos of everyday narration.
The narration of work and the narration of relationships,
the narration of health and the narration of wealth.

I desire this unconscious narration,
to turn into conscious co-creation.

I co-create, a state of silence,
where the ONE self, rules in her all glorious radiance.

And I merge into herself,
which ceases for me,
all tomorrows and the attendant sorrows.