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
The light shines,
unseen yet seen
as the world beckons…
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…
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