Life's Enigmas

I feel like a tree that is slowly losing it's leaves
and wondering if there will ever be another Spring.

A rebirth, a renewal.

We have all the questions and all the answers.
Sorting them into truth and lies is our task.

I need to feel that the struggles of life have a purpose,
beyond the span of our puny lifetime.

One day Love and light will be all there is.
Or complete oblivion will be our reward.
Getting off the wheel of life.

Who is to say what is real anymore?
You can only follow what your heart and your gut tells you.

It may still end in nothing, but
at least we tried.

© Sept. 15, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

A Soul's Flight

It is strange flying backwards
over trees dark with fog and moonlight.
Looking back as I fly I see the memories of all the people
and places from my life standing like tombstones
fading into the distance.

There must be a light at the end of this flight.
There has to be one.
If not then the journey has no point.

God, Nirvana, Enlightenment …
whatever the destination is I just hope it is not annihilation.

A life deserves some kind of reason for it's existence.

If not, then let the wind carry me on forever as far as forever goes…

© July 2, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

Brethren

Brethren, sisteren, children, we all dance to the same tune.
Some fast, some slow, some dance where it don't even show.

Got me some oxygen today.
Maybe I can inflate myself and float away…

I bet there are balloon people on some planet.
I wouldn't mind that.
They eat lots of cake to hold them down to the ground.

Lay abouts my Grandmother used to call them.
Grandpaw liked them because they played banjos and sang Billy Boy.

"Does this road go all the way to the end?", I'd say.
I reckon so they all said, but they didn't really know for sure.

Well, I took a few more puffs and floated away.
I guess there's enough wind up there to blow me home.

And if it ain't and I wind up somewheres else, I reckon that would be alright too.

© April 30, 2014 Philip G. DeLoach

Finding A Hole

I wish I could find a sunny spot
in a grove of trees.
Where there is the smell of pine and last year's oak leaves.
There would be a hole or burrow.
It would be lined with soft leaves and fur.

All worries, stress and troubles
will be left at the entrance to the burrow.
I will enter the burrow with a clear mind and an open heart.
No regrets, only Peace.

Sealed in my cozy place I can let go
and sleep the sleep of the innocents.
Nowhere to go.
Nothing to do.
Just sleep and Rest.

After days, months, possibly years I will come back out.
Feeling like my Soul has had a bath.
All the Negative and Painful things of life are gone now.

The hand of God has wiped away the tears that have been cried
over Mankind's Foolishness.

I just need to find that hole.

© Dec 2013 Philip G. DeLoach

Of Leaf and Light

The shadow of leaves
dancing in the breeze
reflected in the patch of sunlight on my wall...
beckons me.

Tempting me to follow an idea
and an existence of light and shadow

Just when I think I know the Truth
it slips between my fingers.

Staying just beyond my reach it gives me small hints
of the Reality that exists in the unseen
and only briefly experienced.

Light and Shadow entwine to produce the illusion
of tangible being.

We soon will find that the Truth is;
all is Energy.

Creative Intelligence solidified and then
that solid matter eventually melts back into the vastness of the Universe

Creating more shadows on more walls.

© August, 2013 Philip G. DeLoach