I am, Love

Before the beginning, I begin,
After the end, I remain,
I am, Love.

To some I am beautiful,
To others, I am dutiful,
I am, Love.

In the darkness of space,
To the centre of the earth,
I am,Love.

From a mother to her adolescent child,
To a lover a beautiful delight,
I am, Love.

For the thinkers, I am deep.
For the hippies, a piece of weed,
I am, Love.

In wars I become Gandhi,
When in bed, I become rage,
I am, Love.

To Morrison, I am his poetry,
To Valkyries just their rugged jacket,
I am, Love.

I start with "L" for the lovers
And I end with "E" for the enemies,
I am,Love.

Without me one becomes many,
With me many is one,
I am, love.

The Hyperreality Syndrome

Beyond desire lies dullness,
Beyond emotion lies vagueness.

Beyond river lies ocean;
Beyond reality lies portion.

Beyond surface lies depth,
Beyond life lies death.

Beyond desperation lies emptiness,
Beyond love lies loneliness.

Beyond conciousness lies stillness,
After drugs I lie senseless.

Beyond stars lie space,
Beyond my body I wish to escape.

Beyond sorrow lies waiting,
Without karma I am nothing.

Beyond touch lies grasping,
After sacrifice lies repenting.

Beyond  infinity lies God,
Or is it the other way around.

The hills of Kimberly

Drops of hand woven sunlight;
Glides across the space with its might.

A cherub here and a goat there,
God's design work under care.

two lonely cowboys on their black mountain rover,
Rush away the herds from the silent mover.

Stream of water cutting every stone,
Flowing with them are logs alone.

The hills have a mystic serenity,
with clouds around it gives a heavenly proximity.

As shadows wash the plains,
My emotions almost breaks away from the devils chain....

Some say the place is very silent,
But, I hear the sound of silence;
And its quite eloquent.

Down the slopes lies a graveyard with a deserted view;
Souls rises from within a but leaves the world without you.

And finally the lights fade away slowly;
A day well spent on "The hills of Kimberly".