Category: Poetry & Prose
Original poetry and prose by Walter
The picture of how things ought to be
I have constructed carefully.
But the outside world is not aligned
with what I hold inside my mind.
My gaze lingers for a moment
longingly fixed on the distant shore
coming back to this view
as many times I have before
Delusions fall like lumps of clay
as the Potter shapes and molds
what once was thought to be real…
Unbiased, objective seeing
reveals unqualified, unborn Being
Walking up a hill
I see the light shining
just over the other side…
I have owned many journals over the years however never more than one at a time. For mysterious reasons I would write in one for a while and then discard it. Possibly because Truth can only be discovered now…
This is an original poem written many years ago. I continue to come across these old “gems” here and there…
