Are You Not My Brother?

How is it the color of one’s skin,
Somehow defines what is held within…

Hate Flows

Hate cleaves the mortal soul,
Like water cuts through stone…

Kiss Me Like…

Kiss me like,
Love is your madness,
Infect my world,
Drive me insane.

The World We Create

If perception is our Mother of truth,
If our world is built on what we perceive,
Then we give all the power we wield,
To those things we choose to believe.

Love Light

This is not how we were made,
To cast others in our shade,
Treatment based on some earned grade,
Regardless of dues they paid.

Looking Back

If given some say by would be fate,
Change things in my life, a second chance,
An opportunity to skew my current state,
And in some small way my life enhance.

Godless

And where you see the world as work of Great hands,
Intrinsic and intertwined Mother Nature,
Seems to move ahead with her own set of plans,
Not needing a higher-powered kind favor.

But a Wish

We, in life, can ill afford,
Our narrowed and biased views,
Where hate can cut like any sword,
From the venomous words we choose.

Just a Drop

Freezing attitudes harden you to the world
Your rigidity ever apparent in your icy state

The Journey

Tung Jin, the aging Taoist Master of a rural temple in the hills outside of Nanning, was beginning to feel the weight of the many years that had passed since his birth. Although his spirit was still strong, the day to day tasks in seeing to temple business and instructing his students were becoming more … Continue reading

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