Like Remnants

…something left behind?
Do you see it?
Open your eyes!
Life is BUENO!
The road never ends,
and the birds always sing.

Life is a dream.
No choice but to live it boldly
until we wake up.

Count on the sun rising,
count on time flowing,
count on the journey
ever moving onward.

Count on
expelling us into our destinies.

Sometimes paths never split.
Sometimes home never stays in one place.
Some futures are made
by groups of individuals.
Count on that
Brothers and Sisters.


About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on September 27, 2012, in Author, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, Uncategorized, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. This is beautiful!

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