Thought....

The mind remains undetermined in the great Void.
Here the highest knowledge is unbounded.
That which gives things their thusness cannot be delimited by things.
So when we speak of 'limits', we remain confined to limited things.
The limit of the unlimited is called 'fullness.'
The limitlessness of the limited is called 'emptiness.'
Tao is the source of both.
But it is itself neither fullness nor emptiness.

Gravity...

Tonight
Under weight I cannot shed,
Nor set to rest,
A caution earned,
Bewilderment.

How in absence,
Could a guileless word
Lose coveted respect-
Cause pain,
Though kindness meant?
Or in ignorance a message sent
spark disillusionment?

In speech,
This fear of greatest fault
Trips tongue to halt.
But light-winged voice in written word,
The wall was met with carefree thought,
And gained all mass, of caused offense-
Lost innocence.

Where spans a bridge
When offered hand cannot reach
To heal
In measurement?

For crumbled faith ,
Some kind cement
Restore-
Rebuild-
To some extent?

Sadness...

I used to live my life in a cell of gold,
my body freeze when the night is cold
alone, without somebody to hold
holding my sanity to unfold

i can’t stop my tears to fall ceaselessly
sadness pains me excruciatingly
longing chilled my body intensely
changes scared me undeniably

if only i can hold back the time
if only i could erase my fears on my mind
if only i can choose my time
if only being happy is just a state of mind

many questions haunts me everyday
wondering where to find my way
in my world i don’t wanted to stay
this is my heart is begging to say

i envy the bird cuz they can freely soar the sky
and without fear they can fly so high
i wonder how the sun greet each morning with a glaze
and why i always caught my self in a haze?

if only i could make my life so simple then,
dealing life without fear to bend
if only i can pretend to fake a smile
just to greet the world with a simple Hi

yet, i evoke my worries to remain untold
dwelling in sadness in my own world
embracing the silence with me
maybe in sadness, i am not bound to be set free.

melanie apolonio,r.n..

Never Ending...

I twist I turn their always staring,
I wait I watch its never ending,
I lye awake understanding,
but its just so aggravating,

Why stare and point your finger,
When your not perfect when you linger,
Looking at me like everyone else,
As if I’m wearing a pair of stilts

I posses many differences,
Just like you that’s part of our existences,
So when walking by don’t stop and stare,
Just keep on walking and hang in there.

Donald McFall, Jr..