Poems and Musings

This is but a finite experience Whose start is known and whose end will be revealed And in this trying time  Despite the gargantuan gripes quashing greatness and glory Despite the tremendous torment curbing tenacity and triumph  And Despite the seismic strain quelling solace and splendor  It’ll all be worth it  For this is the story I’ll tell one day And it’ll be epic

P leasure comes from pain L earning to transform puzzling obscurity into clear-cut direction E mptying oneself of shackling views that impede progress A cknowledging quandary, deep-down, yearns for resolution S uccumbing to grief and anger, recognizing their ability to fuel growth U nderstanding that truth is not universal, and positive momentum must be earned R elinquishing negativity in favor of consistency, calmness, ambition, and promise E xonerating one’s soul, in pursuit of unhindered purity

Save for a few passing cars and the twinkle of city lights The quiet scenery tempts a curious crowd For somewhere out there are new horizons Dying to be interrogated, hinting at possibilities beyond our tiny towns

All the bustle falls silent and still Hushed by winds erratic yet tranquil A faint line where clouds blanket the lake Nature’s painting that no one can fake In daytime these wonders enliven the soul But each too distinct to capture the whole In deep darkness, however, they coalesce Forming one landscape the mind can undress