Sacred geometry

In the triangle of life, the equidistant point’s hard to reach

There is a way in, through a sonic key

Divined by bygone maestros, who serenaded the heavens

There’s room at that center point, it’s empty as the blue sky

We are kept waiting, by the colloquial circle

That keeps us in a race that’s yet to be called

Checkered flags go up all the time

We escape only through our civilized gasps

Looking glass

Tinged with the color of fame

By thoughts that seek to fit the frame

The focal length constantly changes

As does the entertainment

Balanced on a slippery slope

Held on by wrinkled furrows

Dividing our sight, into sweet and sour

When they go dark, there’s relief indeed

Clouds

Clouds, they see it all

Changing dregs and desires

Of civilizations that come and go

And the beauty of nature’s seasonal outfits

Painted by brush strokes of wind and air

Every cloud is a new piece, of nature’s art

Missed by eyes that are soaked in logic

Which can’t explain the mind, eternally clouded in reason

Everything in nothing

The crucible of emptiness, effaced from sight

A graceful host or the womb of creation?

To which the stars and galaxies return

The apparition turns holy, when emptiness touches infinity

Safely lost in that cloud, sun and earth

The distance constant, held taut by strings of gravity

That gel of the universe, it gives and takes

Keeping us in place, like darts on a dartboard

Shadows

If shadows could be eaten

They would not mate with light

Long or short, they welcome attention

Blurring lines, between rich and poor

They aren’t vain as mirrors

None can escape their pursuit

They don’t leave a stain

Either on the sky, or the ground

Footsteps

Footsteps reflect this orb’s many moods

From hardened stone, to swampy softness

Whether we tread heavy or light

Only fossilized footprints may last

The weight of our aura

A leady burden, or feathery freedom

It’s tears invisible, smile unseeable

Tethered to the old faithful, two bony feet

Enhancing goal oriented productivity

The amount of geothermal energy within the earth’s crust is several thousand times that of accessible fossil fuel reserves. The energy from the sun’s rays is even greater. These forms of energy such as wind, solar and geothermal, although relatively expensive to use compared to fossil fuels, are inexhaustible. Despite this abundance, wars are have been fought over access to the known reserves of “cheap” but polluting fossil fuel to meet the world’s ever growing needs. However, as we further develop technologies to power our energy grids with renewable energy, the earth would be cleaner and tensions over ever diminishing finite resources we currently depend upon will end. The mind may be thought of as a microcosmic reflection of an inexhaustible source of energy such as the sun. Our daily struggles would be a forgotten thing of the past if we become skilled at harnessing the mind’s immense potential. Even without tapping into the depths of the mind, if the surface current is better organized and channeled, our day to day lives would  dramatically change for the better. We mostly use the mind to generate misery for ourselves and for others. That can easily be turned around and the same power may be directed towards uncovering inexhaustible wells of happiness within ourselves. There isn’t enough resources in the material world to make everyone happy, but with self generated happiness, there is more than enough capacity within every individual to share with the entire world.