my final words on the subject.

life is the deepest mystery 

there are places only one's mind
can explore
those whys and wherefores
hidden truths and
exposed lies
one can never be sure
of the right way to step..
there is only faith

faith in something

faith in nothing

faith exists even throughout denial

christianjewbuddhisthindumuslimagnostic
sacred child of horus/mary/krishna
the only thing i have come to know
in my limited time here
in this particular psyche
the only thing i have

faith

in, is that all roads

all faiths

all belief in the light that glows
on my skin at night
in the solitary wee hours
when all is dark and I am searching for her touch

is that all roads

all faiths

all dreams of dieific beauty



all roads

lead to

the One

Author's Note

i am never one to explain my writing, but i realised that those of you who do not know my back story may misinterpret the line "when all is dark and i am searching for HER touch", that i might be defining a diety - or looking for a lover's touch - all lovely thoughts and if that is how you wish to see it, then do not let me stop you ^-^ for me though, that HER is the cool hand of my mother on my forehead when i am worried and cannot sleep. she passed away feb 18th 2008, and i miss her, and is often the one i think of when i cannot sleep....

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Tis sad that your mother is no longer with you. But you are very lucky to have this faith in her presence in your life still. It seems an ideal way to be. There is a generational continuity in play which instinct tells me is how things should be. We keep our parents and their parents alive in our lives. Most of us never think much about this, mostly. You are more keenly aware of it. You describe an entirly postive force. Something tells me that if this connection were more common, less people wld need to knock of various shrinks, counsellors, samaritans doors. I like the conclusions you have arrived at in the first nine lines of the poem. I also like the way you go from the general to the specific and 'the solitary wee hours' which most of us will know about. As for myself...faith? I confess I never think in terms of faith myself. And when I wonder about it I have no idea if I have faith in anything at all. But then when asked what is my favourite this or that I never have an answer. I wonder if it is possible to live a totally faithless life? Or do I have latent faith? In nature or some such? In truth I don't know what my position is. It is possible I am a detached observer. Your poem made me think.

[Devons]

This makes one realise something which we may think is obvious but have never really fully considered in comparison to everything else that is spiritual in any way: that the one true thing that is closest to us above all else is the one we love most - living or dead. And it is far more personal than the more generic faiths and loves of this world which seemingly but erroneously are claimed by many to dominate their lives.
It's interesting to note your comment on "defining a deity". I think this piece does imply such a thing. However, it seems more to lend itself to the concept of defining what really is your own deity than a deity itself. Realising what is actually transcendent of that conventional concept. Better to believe in something you know to truly exist -or have existed- by your own experience than in something which can only be felt by belief alone.
This is a beautiful and profound work of poetry which actually thinks beyond the surface of what seems obvious and illuminates the personal reality of the truly spiritual that is known only to the individual and not the apparently connected and collected philosophy of a gestalt. Because, after all, the most important things in this world truly come down to what matters to you, and not everyone else - no matter what people as a whole might like to think or allow others to think.

[Moonflower]

This is very heartfelt, touching, and insightful. I really enjoyed this piece.

[Crowley]

Outstanding sweet....I loved this in so many ways, very heartwrenching and heartwarming at the same time and full of wisdom. Great work.

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Your authors note adds depth to an already deep and meaningful read, I think its beautiful how you describe the need for your mother touch..your poem is a thinking mans write..nice indeed

[Robin]

philosophical in it's deepest form ...

[Alya Usman]

Nice write! The format is captivating!

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Life is a deep mystery. The truth of it or its purpose is not. Faith is definitely the key to ceaseless/eternal happiness. There are two roads we can walk on...the right one or the wrong one. I enjoyed this piece. It was very intriguing (to say the least). Thanks for sharing.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

YAYYYYYYYYYYY! As a student of world religions and philosophy, I truly enjoyed and appreciated the sentiments that you expressed here. Well said. Bravo!