Poetry

Some scribbles as taken from my journals from the last few years. 


I'm still Un-learning
Slowly but surely
Do you still seek the unattainable?
In that gap
Is our creation
Our existence
Our purpose
Yet we were born
Not to know
The mystery is Who we are



 Not yet the expression it approaches.
Attempting to examine the line.




Until the pain feels beautiful
Do we miserably lie bricks
Tread or sink through your sands
Cannonball or bellyflop to your waters


The eyes never lie
Seize their vision
As pupils grow wide
Desire and Truth
Windows to our dreams & souls



Who Made Who





Arise now to your land.
Remember your nothings.
Keep them in hand.