I walked onward, inward rather,
Farther inward, fleeing feeling.
Flying, flaying unearned learning;
Seeking self with censored senses,
Blindly binding deeper sight.
Involution's vile volition
Scorning intuition's knowing,
Gnawing truths. Discrete dissection
Piece by piece devouring Peace.
Unintended, Love intruded,
Tampering, tempering lifeless longing.
I would onward outward rather.
Paul - April 22, 2002
32nd Anniversary
How many years a life may make?
I do not know.
How many miles to travel yet?
I only go
In Faith, that while in fretful fear
Yet Peace is there.
In Hope of daily finding Joy
Hid everywhere,
In Love, with you to share my life,
My chart and guide;
That Love in which the Joy and Peace
Are magnified.
Paul - April 22, 2004