In 1996 and the previous year, I continued my search for truth and delved deep into my poetry to express the wanderings of my spirit. I had a good sense we were living in illusion much of the time, couldn’t yet say how to get out of this reality. This past week, we did some good work in the consciousness and c=mind control marathon in creating more ownership authority and influence over our lives and thoughts.
My first published book was Breaking Through a book of poems, hard to believe 26 years ago. It’s honest, earnest, and heartfelt, as I was and continue to be all these years later.
Truth And Illusion
It isn’t that I’m bad or good, it’s that I’m really nothing.
Can I hold on with my mind when the beat of my heart has stopped?
What’s real is not in question here. Truth is surely wrong.
My view of things is never right because I see too much.
When called upon to speak the truth, I must only speak lies.
I am rewarded for calling lies the truth,
punished for revealing the unspeakable truth.
When it comes time to stand and be accounted for,