Jan. 10, 2019


From While I Breath, I Hope. by David E. Bauguess



Tumbling ever so slowly through this mystery called life
With all its chaos and strife
I walk upon the slippery shells in search of a better self
delving deeply into the mind's abundant knowledge and wisdom—
the collective unconsciousness of the self

In the midst of chaos I sit in silent
retreat, serene meditation
For this journey I need no ticket nor medication
Upon the horizon of consciousness I've
discovered the real you
Knowing this, I wonder—what will you do?

Who am I in contrast to you, or in contrast to I?
Staring deep into that great cosmic eye
Particles of divine energy adrift upon a
vast and storm chaotic sea
Both entangled within some strange and rhythmic dance
an horrendous dance with reality

In this great mystery called life
there is truly no you nor me
To an earthly vessel are we confined
Sparks of the divine upon some great
spiritual guest—lifetime upon lifetime
one treacherous grind

There is no me nor mine, no you nor yours—
Each and every one of us are but beautiful
and glorious waves of energy—
this is what in the end
we'll find



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