Too craven to take his own advice,
he stumbled over time
A distant echo of what he proclaimed
—an alien unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Spoiled Grapes
Those who never take advice,
insist on giving it
To offer wine that never aged
—from empty barrels drawn
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Turned Around
The wheel of life,
the wheel of death,
Involution breaks their hold
To turn our
consciousness inward
—and directly know the Soul
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
With Every Dawn
Wiping the tears from eternity’s past,
placing the future on ice
New memories lie frozen, suspended in time
—to melt with each morning’s respite
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Another one of your 'deep thought' shorties. Love it!
Thanks again, Fred
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