Lost and Found

I am in search of something unknown,
Just beyond my grasp of comprehension.
I stand at the temple doors of Self,
Sealed shut by monks of Sophistry
To conceal their esoteric knowledge and rites,
Of which I desperately long to understand.

THE DREAM OF REALITY

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

the lights blur in the distance

my thoughts are doing the same

surrounded by darkness

with only momentary

and passing

instants

of clarity

and consciousness

Longing in my soul

I hunger for something solid
A touch that soothes my soul
Genuine Presence of God
That fills up this “heart-hole”

Sure, I have salvation
My Savior is Everything
Yes, I have Spirit revelation
Joy of Him makes me sing

Still, there must be more than this

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Soul Mates

Everywhere I go
I’m searching.
Scouring faces
So I don’t miss yours.
Where will you be?

Perhaps

I do see you so clearly,
and yet I still am blind.
I am searching, searching, searching
For something left behind.