589. The Lightness of Stars

I oft’ dream of three stars united:

A pyramid-cluster,…far away,…

Sparkling and swirling light projected,

In aged-realms which sway,…

My soul to tears.

Such beauty,…it can not be explained,

With words of practical human minds.

The feeling of awe, deeply engrained,…

On the soul, which pines,…

To return home.

Yes, some things, they are not logical,

For we are made of both man and soul.

Man seeks to eat ’til listless and full.

Soul seeks to be whole,…

And connected.

Those galactic stars,…they speak to me,

In a language beyond form or view,

And my soul answers with silent glee.

I am bright and new!

For I am free!

I am free!

K. Aldaya, 9/4/22

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588. Shine

I recognize my suffering now,

As never I have before.

I will never again allow,

My soul to close its’ door;

For I am a bright being of light,

Trapped in a world of black,

Where the brighter of a light,

The more the darkness will attack.

Yes, I am light living in darkness,

But the darkness has not prevailed!

My light has become less and less,

Though it is not yet veiled!

No, the darkness may have dimmed my light,

But it endures nonetheless.

My soul emerges new and bright,…

A sun: Radiant and boundless!

The dark, it can not hold me back,

Nor cease my eternal spark.

I light a way through the pitiless black,

For those who hear: Hark! Hark!

You are made of stars and light.

Mortal only in time and place.

Your end is not darkness and night,

Just as all stars out in space.

You will always exist and emerge,

Triumphant,…in brilliant display.

So forever let your light surge,

And to light and goodness pray.

For in the end light will always win,

And the darkness must retreat in hate;

As the universe, time, and planets spin,…

An eternity of light and love awaits.

K. Aldaya, 7/18/22

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585. That Which No One Seeks

That, which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Who will seek for life,

With death all around?

For who will search for answers,

When ignorance is bliss?

Who will want the answers,

When death seals with a kiss?

That, which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Who will claim the stars,

When they’re on the ground?

Who will ask the questions,

Which no one dares to ask?

And who will look for answers,

Beyond their human mask?

That, which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Who will seek for light,

With gloom all around?

For life fades so quickly,

And time is not our friend.

It’s said: “Live…Thinking is sickly!”,…

“You don’t matter when you end”.

That which no one seeks,

Will never be found.

Too late,…the soul you seek,…

Is eternally unbound,…

…..Too late,….they can’t be found….

K. Aldaya, 6/20/22

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570. What Was All Of It For?

As we grow older, we wonder,

What was all of it for?

Is there some rhyme or reason,

For all that comes before?

Astute men throughout the ages,

Have made many a claim;

Though what’s the use in guessing,

When no one’s lived the same?

Are experiences naught more,

Than sense and memory?

Which float and flutter inside,

‘Til souls, from the world, flee?

Will anything be learned or changed?

Will all we are be lost?

If all that pain was for nothing,

Was it not then, too high a cost?

As we grow older, we wonder,

What was all of it for?

Is there some rhyme of reason,

For all that comes before?

Though ev’rything has it’s season,

Aren’t we left as incomplete lore?

When here on earth there is no road,

That leads through another soul’s door?

K. Aldaya, 1/13/22

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521. Soar

I am not your victim.

I won’t run and hide.

I will stand up for the truth.

I’m on my own side!

I have had a hard life,

So you look down upon me,

But I’m not the rock under your shoe.

I’m the bird, flying high and free!

You may try to shoot me down,

To feel better about your place….

Planted firm upon the heavy Earth;

Yet, this is not the case.

Shooting me down won’t help you up.

Won’t loose one’s feet from the ground.

You want to know how to fly?

Make sure no one’s around…

To hold you down…to clip your wings…

To take the length and breadth,

Of the spirit which lies inside of you,

Full of hope and depth.

I am not your victim,

I won’t run and hide.

Shoot me down. I’ll get back up,…

For I’m on my own side.

K. Aldaya, 8/2/20

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