The hole in space.

I was The Star Maker and never lived in dark, My thoughts had veiled the truth, the eternal spark.

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” ~ Buddha.

“On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.” ~ Paul Ricoeur; French philosopher.

The hole in space

I saw the giant and revolving door

Of great cosmic energy and no floor,

Out into the stars of my own existence,

Far above the world, a great distance.

Deep into the bowels of my mind,

Beyond all the beliefs of mankind.

I left all the torture and agony,

All the self-pity and blasphemy;

I became who I was all along,

The secret hidden made me strong,

It shone and then I saw it bright,

The peace and warmth, the light.

I packed conscience and truth,

More mature I left my youth;

Now I feel peaceful and truly free,

Walking through absolute glee.

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The Star Maker

The long path was dark and there was no light,
Extreme torture as my life seemed eternal night;
The long wait for a savior crippled my mind,
Ill depression had gotten my soul in a bind.
Stars they had told me shone in the sky,
But I was blind, my wings broken in twine.
Of acceptance there was no recognition,
My heart was suffering fatal perdition.

A beauty maker by craft of choice,
Once I had been an artist with poise,
Now I saw my lit tools to hell dissipate;
My mind wondered if this was fate.
It came one day as nature fed the eye,
As the wind did whistle and the bird fly;
The emotion arose as intense as it be,
The thought was veiled, the mind free.

Confusion and terror held me suddenly,
But soon I felt the moment most heavenly;
Then I saw the stars within me in their glory,
I remembered who I was and my story.
I had walked the path long before my form,
I was the fuel, the love, the peace, the warm.
I was The Star Maker and never lived in dark,
My thoughts had veiled the truth, the eternal spark.