Where Was I?
Where Was I?
Where was I when the cold hand of uncertainty gripped her heart?
Where was I when he decided life was worth less than living to see
Whether I perhaps had abandoned hope for a better friendship with him
Where was I when perhaps your hard shell softened to better be
Internal beauty that passed me by a moment I had wished to see.
What precious moments have I missed with someone not believing
Their receptivity staring me in the face that encouraged abilities to free
Their soul to themselves in love and freedom to ever freely see.
Love was meant for everyone a gathering of our collectivity.
Life is a flood of urges, dreams, centered around geocentric me
Difficult are the attempts to tear away and take a look at you
Whose moment of glory may just have passed unattended by me
When helping myself might have been missed by a blind eye
In it’s inattention missing the luminescence of your very soul
Life is not the self-centered application of new ideas I meet
It is the collective oneness that says we all may benefit from the
Out reach of our love that gathers us all around sharing, partaking
Sweet golden apples, rewards for our touching of all mankind
Everyone, our brother, mother, sister or the other who needs
A part of us all willing to give to humanity’s stream of knowing
It is we, not me that directs the course of internal self discovery
I, hopefully, in recognition and receptivity am a channeled flow
To be a Gandhi, a Saint Francis, a Mother Teresa, we missed
Moving our centers outside ourselves into the heart of humanity
Golden opportunities speaking of a vessel through which
Goodness and mercy flow and we only guide the ever presence.
I am always able to be more than I am and less than I was when
A receptor and sender of the essence of life’s vitality around me.
Sharing the love of my life that others gave me in their moments
Altruistic sharing of the sustenance that is forever flowing