Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Of the Many of One

Of the Many of One.
Love, Papa.

Bullets fly
Fingers point
Tongues burn
Yet we stand firmly
Rooted in our meager truths
Knowing only what we spout.
Defying our reflections
With anything but awareness.
For each must seek
Yet all will find
That we are but one of the many of the one.
And when Peace comes upon each
So that many might see.
The One smiles.
Love, Papa.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Would That I Could

Would That I Could
Love, Papa.

Day after day
A constant parade
Drifts effortlessly
Past my eyes
In a dazzling display.
Whilst I often dally over
Trivial details of moments past
Or those never to be.
Would that I could
Pause more in the now
To feel the truth at hand.
For each is given
A measure to hold,
Then set upon the path
Yet glory reigns upon all the same.
Only the perspective changes.
Love, Papa.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Greener Grass

Greener Grass
Love, Papa.

Just down the road,
Across the street,
In the next town.
They've got it together.
It's happening there.
Whereas here,
Well....you know,
Nothing ever seems to happen here.
Things never change.
It's just the same old, same old.
But there, now there, its really happening.
But I wonder what they are saying about here...
Love, Papa.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

The Point

The Point
Love, Papa

If you think you will understand more about life
When you are lying on your death bed,
You've missed the point.
Love, Papa.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Arms Length

Arms Length
Love, Papa.

Though our minds may search the farthest reaches
Drift through myriads of possible conclusions
And hunt frantically for solutions.
The answers always lie, within arms length.
For we attract into our presence
That which we seek.
It does not find us
Rather we dance within its presence, always
Occasionally allowing our awareness to note,
That all we have forever asked
Lies within arms length.
Love, Papa.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Nothing But

Nothing But
Love, Papa

Ever present.
All encompassing.
Eternally overriding.
Contained within you is the source of all that is!
You possess the entire power of the universe!
It is not yours to share!
For it belongs to each and to all!
It is only yours to experience.
And within that experience your reality dwells.
You may alter your course at will,
Experience all that your imagination can contain.
And deny anything you choose.
For in the end it remains, nothing but your experience!
Choose as you will!
Feel your way through life!
Become one with your source!
Indeed you can be nothing but!
Love, Papa.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014


Love, Papa.

A hand reaches out
To whom is not known
Grasp is taken
And trust extended
Relief rushes in
Anxiety released
And faith is restored
As the giver become the receiver
And the receiver can give once more
The leaves rustle softly in the breeze
And the human walks away relieved.
Touch a tree today
And you shall know....life!
Love, Papa.