With distain I abhor the way I feel
Or is it the way I think?
The interplay between thought and feeling
Manufacturing the shadows on my consciousness

I stand on the lip of the overhang
Where I had stood so many times before
I look out to where I had stepped
On that bridge that just disappeared

Here I am again
Looking over the same cliff
Shadows creating the illusion
Is it there?

Swaying in the breeze
I just cannot tell what is real
My bruises still a little raw
From when I fell before

But somehow I should get to the other side.

What I’ve come to understand

She’s just an apparition
Or so it seems
A vision of loveliness
An inebriating smile
As she oscillates
In and around my life

Alas, like any ghost
When we reach out to touch them
They’re not really there

What is this illusion
That invades my mind
And takes over my brain?
Is it just a projection
Of an element
Of my inner being?

A soma to dance with
In a play of creativity
Home, family, service & community
The cyclic pulse of yin & yang
That give rise to “reality.”

Alas, like any ghost
Or, apparition
When I reach out to touch it
It’s only God that is there