Here, an offering of one of my poems:
Falling From Truth
All the way to hell
And back! Sometimes, I
Still slip—forgetting Truth—
And slide down the muddy slope of ignorance. At the bottom,
In a big puddle of conceptual identity,
There is suffering and delusion.
For ten imagined minutes
Or half an illusory day,
I once again believe, without question,
That I am the historical person of my story; thus, caught,
In the web of Maya, I
Grieve the loss of past family and friends who
I assume real, as name and form. How foolish
And painful, it seems
To mourn the passing contents of a mirage.
When such appears to occur,
The real issue, of course,
Is that I’ve forgotten “What,” not who,
I really Am; I’ve lost my footing, so to speak.
I just Am, as are You and They,
Omnipresence going nowhere,
Creating everything while
Dare to Dream (and care for one another).
With heartfelt regards,
Copyright © – 2022 – R. Arthur Russell
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