I chase the decoys, fleeting and bright,
A world strewn with toys that dazzle the sight.
Deceptions and games weave through the day,
Till nightfall arrives, and truths slip away.


Something falters, a crack in the core,
Nature’s own riddle, unyielding, unsure.
Kindness must bloom where hardness takes root,
Yet chaos persists, sowing endless dispute.

How does it spin, this unending maze?
Life’s like a box where wild weeds blaze.
Courage, a spark, flares fierce in the space,
Confidence cuts with a savage display.

Nothing grows quick, though time doesn't stand still,
A constant pulse with a shifting will.
Scenes rise and fade, their edges blur,
Moments dissolve, yet their echoes stir.

What would the world be, in scarcity or wealth?
Would birds still carve skies in their boundless health?
Their wings sweep the heavens, a distant flight,
Carving their paths through the endless night.

Destiny runs deeper than surfaces show,
Its layers unfold where dimensions grow.
Beyond what we see, beyond what we trace,
A truth hums alive in the vastness of space.

Divisive tides clash, bold riders hone,
Creeping through shadows that cover the globe.
Somedays bring light, others weigh like stone—
What words can answer when meaning’s unknown?

Generous and kind acts,
What is charity to you?
Give away my thing,
Now is it right to call it mine?

Service to other, who are we
servicing really?
What is the true nature
helping is being kind simply.

Toppled by feeling good,
Is it for others or self?
Elated within
Reminiscing with pride.

Do you wish to give away all of yours
To your kin or strangers?
trinkets of mine, now owned by so many
The resource from earth, passes on.

With our last breath, who are we
donating skin and eyes, the body will pass on
Who am I, a soul?
This life ends, but possession remains
What becomes of me, where do I go?

On an empty canvas
i slowly draw an outline of me
but I disappear within those lines
and the border are no longer
who I am

Transforming
ever changing
Free me if you have captured
a photo of me
Kept me in your memory
I am caged there
awaiting to be released

It's what we tend to do
Keep hostages of past selves
We don't see how it is now
The jigsaw which fitted yesterday
is missing pieces today.

What if I lose what I hold close to my heart?
It makes the loss a deeper, tearing start.
This I possess, a sincere claim I make,
But what if fate should rudely undertake
To capture all I deem beneath my sway?
This life I trace, a breath that slips away.


All things material, or hues that shift and sweep,
A mental chameleon, a waking sleep,
Be they abstract or real, in moments caught,
A temporary hold, so dearly bought.
The grasping ego, devoid of lasting peace,
Finds fleeting comfort in a brief release,
These fragile trinkets we so fiercely crave,
Ignoring lessons that the ages gave.


Possessiveness, a shadow we uncover slow,
Steals the true richness that begins to flow.
And humbling it is, the destined fall,
When what ascends must yield its all.


Yesterday, whose hand did gently bind?
Today, I hold, tomorrow, gone with the wind.
We know the cycle, yet we cannot free
Ourselves from sorrow's clinging decree.
Perhaps the path where attachments cease to grind,
Unveils a deeper peace for the heart and the mind.