Sentiments

Driving, driving, driving.
The wheels go 'round and 'round.
It's a life I'm barely surviving.
Soon I'll be underground.

I smile nice.
A warm handshake.
To hollow eyes.
Sentiments fake.

Love is?

Almost six decades behind me and I'm still wondering what love really is,
IF it really is.
It seems each time I think I 'get it',
I just end up more confused than ever.

So maybe love doesn't exist?
But even as I write that I know it's wrong.
Though I don't know why I know it's wrong.
Just a knowing, a faith.

I suppose, like a faith in God.
I know he/she/it exists.
But I've no proof I can point to.
It's just a knowing. A feeling. A sixth sense.

That's like love.
Maybe that's why they say God is love.
Anyway, maybe give it another decade and I'll have the answer.
Maybe not. Probably not. Ya, definitely not.

Be Kind

Whatever kind of world we create for ourselves, we also create for others.

Let us be mindful of our creations. Create beauty. Create goodness. Create Peace.

Be kind.

Mind Your Creation

Be hate, and you encounter hate.
Be love and you encounter love.
Be darkness, and you attract more darkness.
Be light, and you attract more light.

Whatever world you are creating for yourself,
you are creating for others.
Be mindful of your creations.
Create beauty. Create goodness.

Create Peace.

Be kind.