Here, an offering of one of my poems:

***

Falling From Truth

Damn it

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.

In Truth,

I just Am, as are You and They,

Omnipresence going nowhere,

Creating everything while

Doing nothing.

***

Dare to Dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,

Art

Copyright © – 2022 – R. Arthur Russell

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