This is another of my early poems, probably from the 1980’s. I was evidently seeking some kind of higher truth at the time. Really, that’s the story of my life.
What is real? What is true?
Reality for me and the truth for you.
It takes thinking deep inside to be sure
And I confess I am confused.
So many seeming truths
I ponder and decide
What is best for me, I know
When the white light is shining through.
Messages for me and messages for you.
Think of all the reasons we do what we do.
No one is identical, we’re all separate now,
But we’ll all find the light somehow.
Clarity within, simplicity without,
Hold hands in a circle and sing and shout,
Together we’re united, colors of the world
And the white light is shining through.
No date, but I’m pretty sure I wrote this during the time I was attending the meetings at Marjorie Brandon’s house next to the golf course in Visalia.
Since I last posted here I experienced a disaster. My home burned in a forest fire in September 2020. With it went many of my short stories and my entire collection of songs. All I have left are the poems I typed before the fire. I will continue posting them here, and I may write some new ones.