~In Light of Death

In Light of Death

Shiva reminds us that nothing remains
except peace, love, and divinity, mysteries
outside the dominion of that destruction
where everything cycles in the end to begin.

Only man has this hint of possibility in him
A gift of being, in light of death, with divinity
balancing the ground of mystery to ascend
making a liberty for consciousness, not death.

© 5/10/2004, RJDuberg, rev 01/2010
rev 5/2020

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Contemplating peace and love
feels hardly real while destroying.
Elsewhere is ordered on command
killing our civil service for citizenry.

I would like to resolve this disease
of purpose, pressed by fear to lead.
In the meantime, I AM not a victim
without love, peace, and romance.

I’m just feeling lost like a raindrop
falling but still in cloudy beginning
surrounded by an ocean, now drops
so much homogenity a fog ensues.

But for myself, smiles, a passerby
Mitigates blindness, and its fallout
Only the inevitable smash of splatter
that evaporates in shadow's light.

The circumstantial cast renders
unbalanced compensation's drift.
My Omega could never justify
Iraqis killed by any command
no rationality or integrity will out

A Shadow of death veiled in life?

© 5/10/2004, RJDuberg, rev 5/2020