Category: Poetry

pillars on creation

Who are we

Who are we , A speck of dust A thread of imagination Are we Gods, Gods of our own creation Which we created Created to build something greater Something to forget our mortality Something to become immortal Are we creations For amusement of the mighty or beings to fulfill a higher purpose purpose so high

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One Million Magi- English Poem

I am the spirit of my times, anonymous and numberless, I am occupy, I am love

Seeing the cheer of the festive season and the despairing faceless alleyways

I am suddenly more than, more real than, more people than I ever have been

And I hear the earth calling, the bodhisattvas of the earth calling, a million magi.

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Just a Moment

It just takes a moment,

for a moment to become a Moment,

and before you realize the moment may become a missed moment,

because maybe that moment ,you were mistaken

It wasn’t The moment but it really was That moment.

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