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Worlds Within Worlds

by

George Krokos

There are worlds within worlds in this world of ours
as there are seconds in minutes and minutes in hours.
Take for example the world of the artists and their creations
how they represent aspects of nature and physical situations.
Or the world of writers whether it be that of drama, prose or poetry
how they express themselves in words of ever increasing ambiguity.

Then thereís the world of music and of a musicianís composition
in which are combined sounds of harmonic and varied precision.
And we have the world of nature and the life of all living things
of their instinct for survival and of what manís place in it brings.
We must therefore consider the world of science and its discoveries
where in that pursuit for knowledge our future gives no guarantees.

Thereís also a world of despair and that of faith and hope
how in the midst of pain or difficulties weíre able to cope.
We must also mention the world of love and its opposite hate
where we care for each other or go about in a destructive state.
There are worlds within worlds in this world of ours here
and in every one of them we try to achieve something dear.

Thereís a world within each oneís mind or body and that of the heart
through which we experience this life of ours before we have to depart.
And so thereís the world of the beyond of which we know very little
where our soul is said to go being for a while its place of transmittal.
Which brings us to the world of religion and in what people believe
whether they are certain of their notions or what they may perceive.

Thereís the world of memories that bears for many joy and sorrow
in which we remember our past and carry it with us into tomorrow.
We must mention the world of crime which is against the social good
and the laws of the state that it competes with mocking where it would.
And next is the world of justice which metes out punishment or reward
for things that people do in respect of ethics; what is or isnít in accord.

Thereís a world of communication and the various devices it uses to inform
of the complex and sophisticated means created by which it has to perform.
Then thereís the world of medicine or the prevention, treatment and cure of disease
where the doctor in his practice tries in various ways the patient to help or appease.
Yes, there are virtual worlds within worlds in this world of ours almost without end
and so therefore itís with each other against time and space they all have to contend.

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Ode To Mankind

by

George Krokos

Prologue:

To the majority of people who seem to have lost touch
this is presented as a declaration to be treated as such.
And just for the world's deteriorating natural environment
of which we're all a contributing cause by our embodiment.
We hardly ever stop and consider how wasteful a life we lead
but continue on for the sake of progress despite our real need.

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O mankind of this planet called Earth!
What is the purpose of Human birth?
You are here only for just a short time,
why not make the most of your prime?
You turn hither and thither all over the place
away from yourselves and thus fall from grace.
You're always looking for treasure out there
yet, most of the time, you end up in despair.
You usually hold on to the things that pass away
and short lasting values are the order of the day.
You create and get involved in all sorts of strife,
complicating an otherwise beautiful simple life.
You want easily to know all of life's secrets
and go about seemingly without any regrets.
You crowd your own heart with many selfish desires
and go vying for the things the other person acquires.
You do seldom ever stop and reflect on your past
nor consider how much longer the present will last.
You deem everything to be unchanging and real
and think that life is a mysterious one way deal.
You're always the one who either gains or loses
one thing or another depending on who chooses.
You esteem progress of the economical and material
and go hankering madly after the status of the imperial.
You generally prefer to receive than to give or share
and take delight in sense pleasures without much care.
You are very skeptical about the worth of any spiritual ideals
and often reject or ignore what another person sees and feels.
You kill your own kind with or without much reason
and the weather you unknowingly put out of season.
You tend to think there's nothing more than what can be seen
and rely much on the senses for most of that which you glean.
You find it hard to acknowledge a power higher than your own
and in the entire universe somehow believe that you are alone.
You have desecrated and laid waste vast areas of land
and made extinct many of the creatures by your hand.
You have carelessly polluted a lot of the water, land and air
and now wonder why it's no longer the same place out there.
You have strangled the earth; strapped it down with cement and mortar
cut down and burnt most of the trees that were giving food and shelter.
You celebrate your own birth or death with much pomp and show
yet beyond this present life very little are you ever willing to know.
You know well the term "from dust we came and to dust we return"
but what you are really, or can become, will apparently never learn.
You think only that you are made of bones, flesh and blood,
wondering how on earth you could get wiped out by a flood.
You do not fathom the effects or results of your actions
assuming what you get away with has no repercussions.

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Epilogue:

You must realise that you live in a huge world of duality
and don't have to endure the pairs of opposites infinitely;
pleasure and pain, joy and sorrow, love and hate, good and bad,
friend and foe, day and night, heat and cold, rich and poor it's sad
the list does go on and on indefinitely it seems
even beyond that we experience in our dreams.
We should avoid going to the extremes of these
then we can get to rise above them and so please
our True Self which is the inner witness of our existence
remaining forever unchanging not showing any resistance.
But usually coming through as the voice of conscience sometimes
like the law of justice towards the severity of small or great crimes.

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The Brotherhood of Man

by

George Krokos

In that land somewhere of our dreams
all is to be found right therein it seems
where there isnít a struggle for survival
as the brotherhood of man is in revival.

We help each other and have no real fear
our hope is occasioned with good cheer.
Whatever we think, do or therefore say
is imbued with love and lights the way.

We have all arrived at that promised land
and must work together as a united band;
giving and sharing of the good we all can
while upholding this brotherhood of man.

Non-violence is one of the rules we live by
the essence of love we maintain and glorify.
We all live as one in both our heart and mind
and express those feelings of a universal kind.

There are no problems that we canít resolve
as all our life around love does here revolve.
In living by the truth we are becoming free
and in this condition enjoy the grace to see

All that exists in the world can be seen anew
which is an affirmation of scripture and true.
Our life now is filled with bliss as it once began
in this state of knowing the brotherhood of man.

We do not therefore seek to get the better of each other
but accomplish all that we need to helping one another.
Being free from any unnatural cares our lives are whole
and all that ever happens a joyful experience of the soul.

Awake to intuition we have to realize our ultimate potential
and so everything bears the stamp of some divine credential.
In being as we are then our years extend for a long span
as we all live in accordance with the brotherhood of man.

We All Have To Move On

by

George Krokos

Itís from an obscure background we mostly try to emerge
into that mainstream of life is the direction of our urge.
As we gain a little knowledge and skill in what we do best
we grow in confidence and learn to stand apart from the rest.

All life is such an uphill struggle against many an odd
and even after we make a mark our body claims the sod.
Yet life holds many mysteries in which itself is bound
being the main one all the rest revolve themselves around.

Whenever thereís a problem or one arises we need to surmount
the solution is that answer of which we all have to take account.
If we go about only creating more problems than we can solve
we get bogged down and from where we are itís hard to evolve.

The struggle of life goes onward though and forward is its march
taking everything with it that we know to build a monumental arch.
And this is usually seen as a signpost if at the past we happen to look
recorded for posterity as a picture of a structure in our history book.

The future becomes the past and so the past can reveal the future
the present is the thread that binds them together as in a suture.
And time and space are the stage set of all three in the drama of existence
wherein everything that happens is for a purpose in spite of any resistance.

To live well and long is not really the true objective of life
neither is it to live in luxury nor to boast of a beautiful wife.
As death and the grave await everyone whether theyíre great or small
we should try to go beyond them and the body which heeds their call.

When we experience death in our dreams we donít really die
but only awaken from the nightmare weíve had with a sigh.
The same thing happens in real life more or less when our time comes to leave
our soul rises freed from the body and its surroundings so we need not grieve.

Full Circle

by

George Krokos

I wonder what it takes to go full circle
and find my way back home to You?
Although I might be as slow as a turtle
Your love will guide me when I am true.

Iíll finish up then as I began just a child of Yours
having knocked on so many of lifeís secret doors.
But even though I have yet to find all the right answers
at this stage of my life there have been some advances.

My feelings towards You now seem to have changed
but this shouldnít be a reason for us to feel estranged.
Loveís the universal magnet that draws everything close together
we shouldnít mind too much if we pass through stormy weather.

In a world of constant change there are many upheavals
but love often does get stronger when thereís a retrieval.
Itís something of a realization by which we come to know
that as love completes a full circle perfection it will show.

Some Thoughts About Numbers

by

George Krokos

There are numbers we always work with to count or add, subtract, divide and multiply
in the times of the day, days of the week and month, months of the year which all fly;
Is this the right time? What year is this? How old are you? When were you born?
We seem to live and die by the measure of numbers in this world that we all adorn!

How much do you earn and how much do you spend?
Do you save anything at all for a rainy day my friend?
Does it cost much to buy and how much do you need?
You'll get there on time if you travel at a certain speed!
How many children have you got and how old are they?
How many toys have you bought them with which to play?

Have you ever seriously thought about the world population explosion?
Or the number of trees cut down to cause a problem with soil erosion?
How many people are there in the world today?
How many of them are born and die each day?
How many creatures can the earth possibly support?
What do those current figures tell in that final report?
How much longer will it or can it all last?
When was the beginning back in the past?

We all like to quantify and to accomplish so much
no matter how long it takes if worthwhile to touch.
The majority of people want to have more of things
particularly money to which most of their life clings.
It's no wonder as we have given a value to everything;
all we use or need: clothes, water, electricity, gas and food
even the situations that help to capture or satisfy our mood.
When are we going to start paying for the air that we breathe now?
or are we already secretly paying a costly price for it somehow?
By the way, what is your favourite or lucky number?
What is your address, postcode and telephone number?
How many times have you seen lightning without thunder?
And just how tall are you and how much do you weigh?
How far do you live from work and have to travel each day?

Everything we see, imagine and create has a size or apparent dimension for us.
We unknowingly strengthen but don't fully realize the importance of numbers.
Here's a couple for you to think about: What is the largest number?
What will be the exact distance of the furthest object seen in space
recognized by mankind at a pre-determined or given time and place?

We play games by and with numbers; seen in the throwing of dice;
the deck of cards, making a bid in poker, collecting the pot is nice;
and in sport that winning or losing score
but sometimes it only just ends in a draw!
And who can say what are the odds of such a thing happening?
It feels great to be first or number one, for a while considering.

When we read a book usually most of the pages in it are numbered
and there were only so many copies of that particular edition printed.
Sometimes if it's a bestseller the bookshop gets to be out of stock
and has to re-order more copies from the publisher down the block
who in turn might have to authorize a second printing of that edition
thinking all the time how much more he'll make from this requisition.

What was the mark you got for that test?
and how long does it take to be the best?
When was the first and last time
that you received a parking fine?
What amount then did you have to pay?
How long over the restrictions that day?

During an election time all those people eligible to vote must give their preferences
to determine which party or person is to be elected and counting then commences
on or after a specified hour to find out who has received the majority of votes,
or in other words gained the biggest number counted to their favour that notes
and then decides the final outcome for them to govern or be in office genuinely.
So it's those who have or gain the right numbers that help them to win eventually.

Have you ever thought about what they're going to do to you when or after you die?
Well, sooner or later they are going to measure you up from head to foot as you lie,
probably all over in fact and then make a coffin based on the measurements taken
to put your body in so that they can bury it in a grave which has been undertaken;
dug to a certain depth, length and width that will be your body's final resting place
and there's an amount to pay for this as well when the time comes for that space.

What is the original perfect number?
Is it absolute zero or one thereafter?

There are many things that we don't know being of an unknown number
and all that we do know is somewhat always related to a known number.
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Simple Observation #19

by

George Krokos

That person who has consummate skill doesn't really need any instruction
but someone who is blinded by ignorance or pride can be a real obstruction.

The Seed and The Tree

by

George Krokos

Who can say for sure as to what came first: the seed or the tree?
If the seed came first where did it come from if not from the tree?
But then if the tree came first where did it come from except from a seed!
So then you'll have to re-ask again that question of the origin of the seed.

An endless circle with no logical conclusion soon appears
until one looks beyond the seed and the tree that it bears.
Although the seed comes from the tree and the tree from the seed
each one grows in the ground of mother Earth which both does feed.

The Earth is the womb of everything living and supports all we know
and then becomes the tomb back into which all forms one day must go.
The underlying essence of all nature is of consciousness-energy-intelligence
that includes and sustains all things despite our ever incessant belligerence.

Has anyone ever heard it said that God is in the form of the world
and so all within it carries a divine spark from which it has swirled.
God is the infinite eternal seed of all existence and can be experienced like this:
usually as an overwhelming love within us and as all power, knowledge and bliss.

So the seed and tree came from the Earth which itself has come from and exists in God
and to inquire where God has come from is useless if we haven't transcended this sod.
The limited mind of man has to merge into that unlimited universal mind of the Creator
only then can we know the original cause or final end of everything and of their Maker.

Ode To Beauty

by

George Krokos

Ah, beauty! you command so much of our love and respect
but are you in reality like that we have all come to expect?
You always stand out naturally amidst certain things we find
being made of the stuff which captivates our heart and mind.

On appearance youíre exquisite and demand our admiration
and usually have to be handled with care and consideration.
Itís because of you we all become overwhelmed with desire
but if weíre thwarted by indifference we burn in loveís fire.

The world knows where you belong and tries to keep you there
far above all the rest by acknowledging your artistry and flair.
Youíre that which it most easily succumbs to without any fuss
because you possess and provide all the appropriate stimulus.

Throughout the ages you have been recognised and adored
and itís no wonder that with you we seldom ever get bored.
In nature you share a high place besides eternityís throne,
but to see you as you really are one has to witness it alone.

You tend to take up so much of our time we hardly realise
that youíre the only one which weíve come to truly idolize.
In our efforts to always possess you weíre usually led astray
and undergo many sacrifices in all our life to make you stay.

What you really are though few have ever come to suspect
let alone truly know how to gain what you offer or collect.
As you come in so many forms we look for you everywhere
and if we happen to find you weíre burdened with much care.

Even in our wildest imagination we canít forget or ever leave you be
and it seems that youíre the one thing in life we all would like to see.
The truth of the matter is that you really donít belong to just anyone
and if anyone claims you as their own they spoil everyone elseís fun.

Itís only for a period of time though we appreciate your outward form
as it is either we or you that time gets the better of which is the norm.
If there be an Infinite and Ageless Beauty youíre the temporary expression of
please convey the highest praise and adoration that I can give - my pure love.
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Quatrain #93 - With all the Technology......

by

George Krokos

With all of the technology that's around these days
have we not in fact become enslaved by its ways?
It should be used towards the immediate benefit of all mankind
eliminating poverty, hunger, disease and to enlighten the mind.

Simple Observation #209

by

George Krokos

Something really great doesnít ever come about just by chance
but is vouchsafed by divine decree for humankind to advance.

Quatrain #47 - Dedicate your energy.....

by

George Krokos

Dedicate your energy to the upliftment of humanity;
give a helping hand to all wherever the need may be.
Showing goodwill and harmony gradually making our way to the grave,
thinking more of the needs of others is the way of the strong and brave.

Within Us

by

George Krokos

Within us is the power to create, preserve and destroy
but which is the power that we all do most employ?
We are all struggling to gain that which we know
will give all the knowledge and strength to show
what we imagine ourselves to be perhaps or wish to express
in this world of name and form where nothing lasts I confess

Each person has their aspirations and cherished dreams
yet very few are they who have realised them it seems
All that is to be had is acquired a little at a time
going in the right direction we achieve our prime
If we come across too much too soon we may get lost
and possessing it all will be a burden or unknown cost

When we know ourselves to be what we really are
we experience our true nature like a shining star
that shines in the dark and sheds its light upon all
irrespective of their condition be they great or small
To get to this state we must plunge deep within our being
and fetch the pearl of great price that's most worth seeing

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Australiana

by

George Krokos

Aborigines and kangaroos
boomerangs and didjeridoos.
Leafy gum tree branch and koala bear
black stump in the middle of nowhere.
Jolly swagman camped by a billabong
in 'Waltzing Matilda' a favourite song.
The wild brumbies roaming free in the outback
a scruffy hobo living alone in a country shack.
Aboriginal myths called their dreamtime
the native Australians regard as sublime.
Ring-tailed possum and wombat
aussie bloke wearing accubra hat.
Alice Springs and Ayers Rock
outback stations and livestock.
Ned Kelly bushranger and his law brushes
the Eureka stockade during the gold rushes.
Laughing kookaburra and old man emu
platypus swimming in underwater view.
Banjo Pattersonís poem ĎThe Man from Snowy Riverí
who went riding down mountain side without a quiver.
Surfers paradise and the Great Barrier reef
sixties rock Ďn roll legend: Johnny OíKeefe.
Anzac marches and the land of the Southern cross
old Cobb & Co. stagecoach used to travel across.
Glorious summer sunshine and winter rains
severe country drought and the desert plains.
Eucalyptus scent and Tea-tree oil
good health remedies from the soil.
Fresh water yabbies and the witchety grub
all make good tucker in the bush or scrub.
Crocodiles in the Kakadu national park
Burrumundi and the great white shark.
Sydney harbour bridge and the Opera House
Daintree rain forest and the kangaroo mouse.
Sheep wool farming and old shearing sheds
Melbourne Cup horse race for thoroughbreds.
Riverboat cruising up and down the Murray
passing border country towns not in a hurry.
Cradle mountain and the Tasmanian Devil
saying Ďfair dinkumí means itís on the level.
AFL rules football and big crowds at the MCG
playing one day cricket there is exciting to see.
The Fitzroy Gardens and Captain Cookís cottage
are there for all to see as symbols of our heritage.
The Twelve Apostles standing along a rugged stretch of coast
a Ninety-Mile beach is something about which we can also boast.
The Glass House mountains are a sight to see and even to climb
by those who consider themselves fit enough and in their prime.
The great Australian Bight and the road on the Nullarbor plain
is a great feat to drive across and be able to come back again.
The local native wild dog known by name as the dingo
has nothing to do with a game people play called bingo.
Thereís also a game called two-up that some people play
by which they gamble most of their weeks wages away.
Luna Park in St.Kilda and the annual Royal Melbourne Show
are places where you can take the kids to have fun people know.
Thereís the local pub where you can go and have a drink with your mates
and is what many do all day long having a few too many in all the States.
This great southern land of Australia has so much to see and to offer
it would be a bloody shame if one didnít give a damn or was a scoffer.

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The Way And The Goal

by

George Krokos

If you somehow find or see the way,
be firm in your resolve come what may.
The way for you is that which reveals
Your real nature within hidden seals;
being those which we have all constructed,
over the years left with, now are obstructed.

To say only that whatever did happen
was thrust upon us, we were mistaken
is due to lack of discrimination right from the start
considering, the choice was ours, we played the part.
We became entangled in an invisible net
of our own creation and so fell into debt.

We looked for that which never existed
outside of ourselves and became twisted.
Finding out painfully things just did not last
as we expected them to, remember the past?....

Perhaps one who has recognised this and with detachment,
some reflection acquires dispassion, sees their attachment,
will find the right keys, with a little grace unlock the seals
fastened within their mind and heart, so remove the veils.
Revealing the inner light gradually brighter
by the virtue of purity and thus get lighter,
feeling our natural essence being unalloyed bliss;
ecstatic joy, unmistakable and unable to dismiss
as something other than coming from within,
sustaining, fulfilling, and definitely free of sin.

Projected from inside as a screen seemingly outside where
it manifested as tangible objects appearing to be out there.
This is part of a grand design to lure us all from the source
by a world of duality being apparently an adversary force.

Creating so many illusions and making us believe
we haven't the things with which it tries to deceive.
Eventually becoming involved in an unreal mesh
of the five objects through the doors of our flesh.
And using five limbs we get seduced even more,
caught in a desperate struggle to hold and score
all that we can hope to get by not realising that
everything has come out of our own mind's hat,
that we have all created to experience the extent
of our Infinite Being which was really the intent.

We are only One Being apart from it all
eternally free, playing the game we just saw
of hide and seek making all the right choices
within its own dream and thus finally rejoices.
When finding Itself as all, nothing has remained
left to be known; all has in Itself been ascertained.

Awakened at last and knowing ourselves as one motion
of existence indivisible beyond certainty a shoreless ocean
of light self effulgent and forever complete,
only Itself, all pervading, can actually meet.
Infinity of existence, omniscient, formless; nowhere bound,
endless and immutable being Itself without a second around.
Awesome, incomprehensible, beyond mind's ability to grasp
except after final annihilation of all limitations in its clasp.

Everything and nothing have merged as before
into that place where they will be forevermore.
For a moment only that Existence of Being is Now
and am by myself so reverently to That must bow.

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Butterfly

by

George Krokos

Fly O butterfly fly in the clear and sunny day
Fly about in freedom in your haphazard way.
Fly onto colourful flowers and plants giving sustenance away
Fly as only you know how and live to see and fly another day.

Such a creature that you are and so very delicately made
A marvel of creation clothed in colours which do persuade.
What a contrast there is while you're motionless to that when you're in flight
A splendid example of nature to which all the credit is due allowing this sight.

Although you have your own season and have much with which to display
You're only here for a short time and like to make the most of it each day.
With angelic-like wings of splendour it seems you fly around effortlessly
From one area to another wherever your discretionary whim takes thee.

You are a creature of metamorphosis or the product and result of transforming change
Could this be the reason why that beauteous form of yours covers such a broad range?
For in the life-span which has been allotted to you a rare beauty you've now become
An exemplar of harmonious existence with nature that is evidently a hobby for some.

In the whole wide world there's hardly a creature that bears any resemblance to you
And it's only in your rather less noble relation the moth there's some semblance true.
You're verily also a creature that appears to revel in broad daylight
Though your cousin is mainly one who usually abounds in the night.

And you have wings that are mostly poised upright behind you when in rest
While those of your kindred are but lowly hung and only widespread at best.
It also occurs to me you're more refined and sensitive by birthright than your relation
As you're the one who avoids flying headlong into objects and get the most adulation.

Fly O butterfly fly and may you find your happy mate
Fly to where love takes you and wandering does sate.
Fly all around to every place in your naturally free and delightful state
Fly as only you know how and live to share with all that eventful fate.

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The Light Of Freedom

by

George Krokos

In the silent darkness of the night
somewhere shines a faithful light.
Ever so bright to those who can see
guiding everyone who wants to flee.

There is a way one must take
a path by which one can escape.
The night is short there isn't much time
before you know it the sun will shine.

There is no doubt about the way
you cannot see it during the day.
But then again it seems to me
how hard the way is to be free.

Elusive light come shine on me
show me where I ought to be.
By the deeds I do I hope you'll find
perhaps I should not be left behind.
If you choose me as one of the few
I'll follow wherever you lead me to.

Paradise Found

by

George Krokos

Up the mountainous path we climbed
through the ridges and valleys we walked
seeking adventure of a peculiar sort.
Down the steep ravines we paced
stopping at times to catch our breath
and to view the lovely country ahead.
On and on we made our way
until at dusk we were exhausted.
It would be here where we would make our stay
in an area that seemed to be lightly forested.
Under a clear night sky bright with stars shinning
we settled down eager to refresh ourselves and
made preparations to share our meal for the evening
seeming perhaps like some fugitive band.
A restful and joyous sleep we had that night
one that exceeded our expectations.
Some enchanted evening we experienced
one that was followed by no disillusionment;
awakening to the sweet fragrance of flowers and other delights.
It was as if we were in paradise it seemed ................

We all looked around and beheld in awe
the serenity and beauty surrounding us all.
There were flowers of many types and hues
and fruit bearing trees from which to choose.
There were various animals at a stream nearby
and birds flying overhead in the clear blue sky.
There was everything here for us to see
that we almost no longer thought could be.

Unspoken Words

by

George Krokos

If I were to tell you something
would it please you to know what it would be?
For I do not know how I can say it
without saying it to you.
So please bear with me when I say to you
Words cannot express the message
I want to get across to you.
You are the only person
I would want to say this to.
If only you would let my actions
speak for my words,
then you'll see what meaning
my silent words have for you.
If you feel the same way then you'll know
You don't have to say anything
just let your actions speak for themselves.
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Quatrain #2 - Today is the Dawn of......

by

George Krokos

Today is the Dawn of a brand new day
Grace and fortune have come my way.
The signs were written long ago for me;
how to overcome struggling and misery.

Simple Observation #46

by

George Krokos

That person who really has nothing will have everything to gain
but one who has everything and gives nothing away lives in vain.

Simple Observation #54

by

George Krokos

If we have to go far to a distant place weíll probably take a long time to return
but if we go nowhere or stay where we are certain things we may never learn.

To the Bride and Groom

by

George Krokos

Life now again is about to be resumed anew
Happiness and prosperity to the both of you.
Life together is in beauty and understanding
The thoughts and things that are satisfying.

About War!

by

George Krokos

Bitter conflict!
The earth is crying blood
Life is dying!
People are turning against each other
We turn against ourselves and walk away.
Never to return?
Ever so gently, softly
We turn around and walk together, bleeding.
Slowly, injured life is healing.
A mark remains,
Yet becomes hidden by the spoils of life.
Life likes living.
Do we know what life is?
We certainly don't know without it!
Does it know what it is?
It only likes living.
For what?
For us to realize this!
Ha! and yet we destroy it
carelessly, thoughtlessly.
One instant,
life is going to destroy itself.
Because it is lonely living
in a world where
we do not like living with it.

The way we came about together
- one giving one receiving.
But now it is a different story.
A story that might not be told
in life, except death.
__________________________
The Soul of man
Is the child of Life
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Who are we to pass judgement?
but fools in the eyes of Truth!
__________________________

Accustomed To Her Face

by

George Krokos

Out of the dark I see a face
one of beautiful and sincere complex
I wish I knew when that face would come
and guide me to a better place.
This face, I seem to know from somewhere
It still exists, not only as a figment of my imagination,
but rather, one in a desperate situation for me.
That face whose is it? but someone's
Those eyes, what do they see? but a story
Her mouth and lips, what could they do?
but speak and smile to me.
That expression, whose is it? but mine to see;
I try and understand the message conveyed.
Has it ever occurred to anyone that it might be the one for me?
In a world of fantasy I deem she's mine,
but who else could she belong to?
I find it hard to realise the position
of what I have witnessed has put me in.
Who would possibly keep her away from me?
but someone like myself, I'm sure she knows.
It is the only answer I can offer.
Then I may have a twin in the world;
perhaps my one and only adversary
in my love dream yet to come true.
The face has gone back into the gloom
Her face has gone...............................

Why did she appear as if with news?
Back into the past I think for clues....
Not just to haunt or torment me it seems
but to remind me that she exists in reality.
Not only just as someone out of my dreams
making the hope of finding her an actuality.

Simple Observation #57

by

George Krokos

Someone who thinks a lot may not have very much to say at all
but one who says too much may in fact have a mind thatís small.

Quatrain #26 - Love is the power that......

by

George Krokos

Love is the power that makes the world go round
and helps keep both our feet firmly on solid ground.
Yet it has the virtue to lift us up when we are down
and to overcome obstacles which makes it renown.

Reflections On A Storm

by

George Krokos

There was a calm felt before the storm
and also some uneasiness in every form
a hushed anticipation of what was soon to be
perhaps a fateful outcome of each oneís destiny.

During this time it became very dark and foreboding
that everything around lost all its charm and standing.
Suddenly there were flashes of lightning and clashes of thunder,
which rolled from the clouds, seen and heard by all there under.

Then a strong wind blew and a heavy rain began to fall
lashing onto everything around as it turned into a squall.
As the tempest raged on in a crescendo and reached its peak;
turning day into night and night into day, all seemed so bleak.

There many creatures all scampered and sought the safety of shelter,
out of the maelstrom unleashed by nature, in a state of helter-skelter.
They all knew their places when it came to that threat of danger;
out of harms reach they tried to flee even if it was with a stranger.

After the storm had spent all its fury and slowly subsided
a calm settled in again which had lately just been divided.
And all appeared to have been molested and somewhat shaken
as light broke through the clouds to make that day re-awaken.

While the storm in its wake seemed to have wreaked much devastation
the forces which had come into play reminded one of the act of creation,
when those seeds of life were implanted ages ago at the very beginning,
causing all things to gradually spring into existence with some meaning.

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Sound Advice

by

George Krokos

No matter what you really do
Just keep the thought in mind
That you will see it all through.

Don't feel disheartened in between
Just apply yourself the best you can
And the goal will then one day be seen.

Choose your time wisely and do not brood
Just try to achieve if only to prove to yourself
And don't ever allow anything upset your mood.

Keep a firm check on the thoughts in your head
Just take one step at a time and always do your best
Strive with determination and you will succeed instead.

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One Light: Three Primary Colors

by

George Krokos

Red is the color of blood that flows in the body of all creatures given birth
Green is the color of grass that like a carpet covers a lot of the soil of earth
Blue is the color of sky that surrounds this world and is of an infinite girth
All three colors come from a Single Source having an Immeasurable worth.

Red is also the color of danger and a symbol which indicates all to beware
Green is also the color of the leaves that most of the plants and trees wear
Blue is also the color of water that covers most of this world which is fair
Three colors are the original blend of all those others found in nature there.

Red is also the color of anger, passion or pain that is expressed, felt and seen
Green is also the color of something natural an indication of where it has been
Blue is also the color of Infinity and the light glowing in a mind which is clean
And all three colors are shades of One Light the essence of all universal sheen.

Of all the three colors I like blue the most as it seems to be uniquely sublime
It speaks to me of loftier and deeper things that were experienced in my prime
It also represents the color of the biggest phenomena known to man in time
Being a symbol of That in which all exists and from which all began to chime.
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Note:
There are many other colors but as far as those which form the basis of technology there are only three i.e; as in a R.G.B. monitor and screen projector etc.

Simple Observation #12

by

George Krokos

When questions are asked and the correct answers are given
it serves the purpose of knowledge which by inquiry is driven.

Quatrain #3 - There's a long distance journey......

by

George Krokos

There's a long distance journey we all have to make
going from one life to another through death's gate.
One life may not really be enough to achieve that goal
where the game we have to play requires a perfect role.

Quatrain #8 - Love Divine is God's alone to......

by

George Krokos

Love Divine is God's alone to give or withhold
this Love is priceless and cannot really be sold.
When we by seeking find that which is often sought,
we realize this Love is everything, all else is naught.

Simple Observation #28

by

George Krokos

When someone has reached the end of the road they either stop there in jubilation
or have to turn around and go back seeking another way to find their destination.

Quatrain #273 - The life of man often entails......

by

George Krokos

The life of man often entails a great deal of hardship and pain
which usually means there's something in it worthwhile to gain.
This may not be obvious to anyone that doesn't look deep enough
or understood by those who in themselves haven't the right stuff.

Simple Observation #45

by

George Krokos

Man is like a rare uncut diamond that has a great hidden brilliance
but needs to have much work done to it to remove all the hindrance.

Quatrain #287 - The universe which modern science says ......

by

George Krokos

The universe which modern science says is expanding
is partly due to our perception of it and understanding.
But into what does it expand and has perhaps to contract?
when we're only vaguely aware of what it contains intact.

Simple Observation #51

by

George Krokos

In the workings of nature there isnít any real essential contradiction
but in human affairs and nature whatís required is some benediction.

The Age Of Chivalry

by

George Krokos

Back in the days of old
when knights were bold
who with a sword or lance
in armour sought romance.

It was the age of chivalry
long ago in manís history
when to fight for a righteous cause
one did gain considerable applause.

It was mainly for show, love and glory
they deemed themselves being worthy
to capture the heart of some fair maiden
which was the most desired prize laden.

Oh, they would strike heavy blows
on all of their opponents and foes
in a one to one combat defying death
as crowds watched with abated breath.

Yes, it was far back in those days of yore
that courage and strength came to the fore
where there was this life and death struggle;
such issues at hand the knights would juggle.

And in fighting for their country, faith and king
noble impressions on peopleís minds would ring
that even through the ages are held in high esteem
those knights in shinning armour do now all seem.

There are many legends based on their heroic exploits
a legacy of tales which have been told with much adroit
highlighting aspects of human wisdom related to virtue and vice
and the lessons to be learnt are those of goodness and sacrifice.

History usually repeats itself time and again
as it often happens a situation comes when
weíre asked to do something for a just cause
and acting with chivalry we shouldnít pause.

A Creature Of Habit

by

George Krokos

Youíve become a creature of habit since coming into the world O man
and so will evidently try to justify this condition as much as you can!
There are so many things that you ignorantly or needlessly do now
which prove to be of little or no benefit to you while here anyhow.

Youíve come to know very little about the workings of your body or mind
and with this limited knowledge attempt to cure all those ills of mankind.
Is it any wonder then that you create more problems than can be solved
as nature indicates those situations from which you wish to be absolved.

Of those habits that all give most pleasure you tenaciously hold on to
and the long term effects of them turn out to be just burdens for you.
Itís also on the spur of the moment you rarely see beyond your own nose
and the consequences of those actions you do not really wish to disclose.

You have made it a habit to acquire possessions at such an alarming rate
and some of the means you employ to get them create an unhealthy state.
By the sweat of your brow youíve worked hard to bring certain things about
being both good and bad theyíre what always have been without much doubt.

Itís in keeping with the spirit of progress which drives you forever on
that you try to perfect some of those things you had once started upon.
Though history shows signs whenever youíve come close to the mark
that sooner or later than not youíve all been plunged back in the dark.

Could it be out of sheer habit that you repeat the same mistakes over again
which prevents you from achieving your glorious objective once more then?
Or could it be that you all seek perfection in so many imperfectable things
and have to go through traumatic experiences this non-fulfilment brings?

Your bad habits probably indicate there is something deeply wrong
that you have failed to recognise and is why it has persisted so long.
Though some people have written or talked a lot about Original Sin
it is what we do in this life to regain Original Justice and grace win!

To be habitually virtuous and sincere in our efforts is only part of the way
being a step in the right direction no matter what many others may all say.
There are so many ways by which people commit personal sin and fall from grace
that without some kind of intervention they would never reach any heavenly place.

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Uplifting Grace

by

George Krokos

The hands of grace sometimes fall unseen
lifting you up to where you've never been.
Blessed are they on whom it descends,
being worthy, they are ready to ascend.

For such a long time most people have been caught
by ignorance, struggling and ignoring life's taught.
Their ego is usually arising through clashes
forsaking its identity with all by its rashness.

To gather more experience and to impress
its own existence apart from all of the rest.
Impossible though that will forever be
regardless of what appears or is to see.

We are all of one substance existing within its domain
of Infinite Being always playing a very illusory game.
The descent of grace is experienced as bliss
the likeness of which one should never miss.

All one's troubles seem to get dissolved away
having existed only under an imaginary sway.
Towards God-Realization is the extent of the place
of all those worthy who have acquired God's grace.

Friend's Reunion

by

George Krokos

With a warm and loving feeling deep in my heart
I welcome you this moment right from the start.
We haven't seen each other for such a long time
I do hope you will appreciate hearing this rhyme.

Many things happened during the long break
it was almost as if our friendship was at stake.
Yet somehow love has found a way to bring us together
I'll never forget this moment and will cherish it forever.

I vaguely remember the time of our last meeting
so please bear with me now this overdue greeting.
Though time hasn't diminished the joy I still feel
being with you is the only moment which is real.

You are the true friend anyone wouldn't like to lose
your presence in my heart and mind I couldn't choose.
Some say that familiarity usually breeds contempt
but our relationship is such that we do not resent.

You need me just as much as I need you
and are with me always - how very true.
We are the lover and beloved and love is our game
of separation and reunion being eternally the same.

Quatrain #203 - The Universe we know is......

by

George Krokos

The universe we know is supposed to contain all
from the largest objects down to the very small.
Yet everything in number is not even tantamount
to that Source of all within it which is Paramount.

Quatrain #133 - We must all try to keep a......

by

George Krokos

We must all try to keep a balance between our heart and mind
and utilise fully the qualities inherently respective of their kind.
Both are each a storehouse of the virtues of love and intelligence there inside,
being reflections of our divine nature or eternal soul in which they fully reside.

Quatrain #509 - Once we fully overcome our......

by

George Krokos

Once we fully overcome our personal delusion
of knowing who and what we truly are,
weíll realize the reality behind the grand illusion
of That which is everywhere near and far.

Simple Observation #288

by

George Krokos

Weíre all just trying to make ends meet
and be able to stand on our own two feet.

Simple Observation #178

by

George Krokos

All our various forms or means of communication
are really just to pass on and receive information.

Simple Observation #90

by

George Krokos

Time never stops still except perhaps in a personís mind
and even then thereís an effect which continues to grind.

Quatrain #491 - Whatever in the garden can grow......

by

George Krokos

Whatever in the garden can grow
over a period of time it will show.
And whatever fruit then it may yield
will depend much on the fertile field.

Quatrain #61 - God is the sweetness and peace......

by

George Krokos

God is the sweetness and peace we all do seek
and usually those who find Him are very meek.
In solitude and prayer they do seek Him within
making Him their heart's sole desire they win.

Simple Observation #78

by

George Krokos

Someone who comes close to our heart may become very dear
but someone who remains at a distance is probably due to fear.

The Bee's Song

by

George Krokos

Iím a busy bee
canít you see?
that whatever I do
is for the honey due.

I habitually fly all around from tree to flowers
usually during the warmth of the sunny hours,
and when Iíve gathered as much as I can carry
I fly quickly away back home and do not tarry.

I gather nectar and bring it home
and in this task Iím not ever alone.
In doing my daily work Iím so pre-occupied
I canít really afford to just sit around inside.

I live in a hive with drones of my kind serving a sovereign queen
and together we all go about our daily business being very keen.
Weíre generally praised very highly for the work that we do
as it is our unique nature to make honey from morning dew.

Universal Freedom Is..........

by

George Krokos

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.

Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.

Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.

Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.

Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.

Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.

Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.

Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.

Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.

Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.

Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.

Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.

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The Cost Of Living

by

George Krokos

The cost of living is the price we pay
for all those things we need each day
and when calculated over a period of time
works out to a figure thatís likely to climb.
And if our wants go far beyond our needs
we have to get paid well then for our deeds.
But if what we earn canít match that pace
weíll have to slow down and not lose face.
Or perhaps consider some additional means
to support what we take on as our routines.

When our lifestyle doesnít make a hole in our pocket
and the cost of living where we are doesnít skyrocket
then the rate of inflation there is said to be low
so we can afford to buy those things we know.
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Collecting Pebbles

by

George Krokos

It was from the sands of a windswept beach
I picked up pebbles that were easy to reach.
They had attracted my attention while walking by
their colored well formed shape caught the eye.

There were so many to choose from I had to decide
in selecting those which my fancy would coincide.
Itís truly amazing what some people see in stone
a subject which a lot of our imagination is prone.

It was almost as if Iíd found treasure on the seashore
and couldnít help myself as I looked around for more.
The simple joy of collecting something that attracts the mind
is an age old activity which all people do have of some kind.

There were the questions of how many would I take
and what, if anything with them, one could make?
They were so abundant and all varied mostly in size
that it wasnít hard to imagine an object or visualize.

It was also only the first location at which I found
that I thought surely there must be others around.
So with a sense of adventure I looked forward to explore
another beach while making my way home along the shore.

There were several other stops made further on the way
collecting various colored pebbles amidst the sea spray.
Many times would I get my sandals wet along that coast
going amongst rocks and sand to the waters edge at most.

It was with a sense of gain and loss then after Iíd taken enough
deciding right there and then to stop collecting which was tough.
The next step would be to think about and see what I would do
with all those beautiful pebbles gathered while passing through.

Maybe I could approach someone with the right flair and skill
who could make something with them and imagination fulfill.
That natural forming eroding action of water, ice, wind and sand
rarely requires the finishing touches of some other skillful hand.

Perhaps in fashioning some jewellery using metal to bind
a few pebbles together that are different or a similar kind.
Or maybe I could just keep some myself and give the rest away
a gesture of friendship toward which our memories would play.

Yes it was from the sands of many a windswept lonely beach
I came across and collected pebbles that were within reach.
Isnít it truly amazing what some people see in stone?
a subject in which much of our imagination is prone.

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Down Memory Lane

by

George Krokos

I went for a trip one day down memory lane
and everything at first seemed to be quite plain
but as I paid more attention there began to see
certain things that I thought no longer could be.

Whatever good or bad experiences happened there in the past
were looming now before my minds eye and I became aghast.
So many vague images appeared all like an illusion
one after another or together causing some confusion.

In a matter of a few moments I witnessed so much
more than one could normally ever want to as such.
These memories of events and images appeared quite fast
that it was difficult telling how long in my vision did last.

Some demanded more attention than many others it seemed
yet there were those that all faded just when being gleamed.
Like a fast moving motion picture showing in between
they all paraded on the center stage of my mental screen.

Good and bad played themselves out against light and dark
reminding me that theyíre both aspects of life thatís stark.
Particularly where judgment of a case has been too extreme
which leaves behind a feeling of justice not being supreme.

Those unpleasant memories buried deep within our mind
can all be replaced by better ones of a much happier kind.
When anyone responds favorably to an adverse situation
that reaction is more conducive to our happiness in relation.

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Ode To The Rain

by

George Krokos

O rain, tear-like drops of almighty nature
whenever you come falling down
the earth tries to soak up the moisture
as if it were all willing to drown.

In times of need you are a blessing
and all the land cries out for thee
to restore life that youíre possessing
helping to grow fruit as on a tree.

The sun can not really have it all its own way
and hides behind clouds with you in store
although its light is dimmed part or all of the day
what you have to give then is required more.

The waters of life that fall down with a shower
and flow through the land in many streams
have the grace to transform a seed into a flower
whose nectar bees gather and health esteems.

Itís only when you overflow your boundary
and come falling down as if in a rage
you do more harm than good being contrary
to what is expected and donít assuage.

With your two associates the lightning and thunder
and your other cohort the wind blowing strong
you try to subdue or intimidate everything thereunder
by wreaking havoc as if redressing some wrong.

Itís very fortunate for us that this doesnít happen too often
and despite all the things which go on each day
I notice the ground, air and the minds of people do soften
after having come and gone and spent your play.

O rain, you are only just one of the forces of almighty nature
and if employed in season or need can draw no blood
but deployed haphazardly will bring down any proud stature
sweeping away all before you when rushing in a flood.

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Quatrain #14 - It has been said.....

by

George Krokos

It has been said many times before
that we all receive as we all do give.
If we're mindful of this we'll be sure
to get the most out of life as we live.

Quatrain #17 - Did it ever really.....

by

George Krokos

Did it ever really occur to you
that most of the things you do
are done without much regard for
the highest good and concern of all?

Simple Observation #21

by

George Krokos

Knowledge without right action is not what wisdom is about
by setting the right example we can remove another's doubt.

Simple Observation #27

by

George Krokos

If we cast all our pearls before the swine they will only get trampled on
but if we hold something precious in check people will seek to look on.

Universal Freedom Is..........

by

George Krokos

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.

Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.

Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.

Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.

Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.

Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.

Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.

Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.

Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.

Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.

Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.

Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.

*******

The Cost Of Living

by

George Krokos

The cost of living is the price we pay
for all those things we need each day
and when calculated over a period of time
works out to a figure thatís likely to climb.
And if our wants go far beyond our needs
we have to get paid well then for our deeds.
But if what we earn canít match that pace
weíll have to slow down and not lose face.
Or perhaps consider some additional means
to support what we take on as our routines.

When our lifestyle doesnít make a hole in our pocket
and the cost of living where we are doesnít skyrocket
then the rate of inflation there is said to be low
so we can afford to buy those things we know.
---------------------------------------

Collecting Pebbles

by

George Krokos

It was from the sands of a windswept beach
I picked up pebbles that were easy to reach.
They had attracted my attention while walking by
their colored well formed shape caught the eye.

There were so many to choose from I had to decide
in selecting those which my fancy would coincide.
Itís truly amazing what some people see in stone
a subject which a lot of our imagination is prone.

It was almost as if Iíd found treasure on the seashore
and couldnít help myself as I looked around for more.
The simple joy of collecting something that attracts the mind
is an age old activity which all people do have of some kind.

There were the questions of how many would I take
and what, if anything with them, one could make?
They were so abundant and all varied mostly in size
that it wasnít hard to imagine an object or visualize.

It was also only the first location at which I found
that I thought surely there must be others around.
So with a sense of adventure I looked forward to explore
another beach while making my way home along the shore.

There were several other stops made further on the way
collecting various colored pebbles amidst the sea spray.
Many times would I get my sandals wet along that coast
going amongst rocks and sand to the waters edge at most.

It was with a sense of gain and loss then after Iíd taken enough
deciding right there and then to stop collecting which was tough.
The next step would be to think about and see what I would do
with all those beautiful pebbles gathered while passing through.

Maybe I could approach someone with the right flair and skill
who could make something with them and imagination fulfill.
That natural forming eroding action of water, ice, wind and sand
rarely requires the finishing touches of some other skillful hand.

Perhaps in fashioning some jewellery using metal to bind
a few pebbles together that are different or a similar kind.
Or maybe I could just keep some myself and give the rest away
a gesture of friendship toward which our memories would play.

Yes it was from the sands of many a windswept lonely beach
I came across and collected pebbles that were within reach.
Isnít it truly amazing what some people see in stone?
a subject in which much of our imagination is prone.

**********************************

Down Memory Lane

by

George Krokos

I went for a trip one day down memory lane
and everything at first seemed to be quite plain
but as I paid more attention there began to see
certain things that I thought no longer could be.

Whatever good or bad experiences happened there in the past
were looming now before my minds eye and I became aghast.
So many vague images appeared all like an illusion
one after another or together causing some confusion.

In a matter of a few moments I witnessed so much
more than one could normally ever want to as such.
These memories of events and images appeared quite fast
that it was difficult telling how long in my vision did last.

Some demanded more attention than many others it seemed
yet there were those that all faded just when being gleamed.
Like a fast moving motion picture showing in between
they all paraded on the center stage of my mental screen.

Good and bad played themselves out against light and dark
reminding me that theyíre both aspects of life thatís stark.
Particularly where judgment of a case has been too extreme
which leaves behind a feeling of justice not being supreme.

Those unpleasant memories buried deep within our mind
can all be replaced by better ones of a much happier kind.
When anyone responds favorably to an adverse situation
that reaction is more conducive to our happiness in relation.

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Ode To The Rain

by

George Krokos

O rain, tear-like drops of almighty nature
whenever you come falling down
the earth tries to soak up the moisture
as if it were all willing to drown.

In times of need you are a blessing
and all the land cries out for thee
to restore life that youíre possessing
helping to grow fruit as on a tree.

The sun can not really have it all its own way
and hides behind clouds with you in store
although its light is dimmed part or all of the day
what you have to give then is required more.

The waters of life that fall down with a shower
and flow through the land in many streams
have the grace to transform a seed into a flower
whose nectar bees gather and health esteems.

Itís only when you overflow your boundary
and come falling down as if in a rage
you do more harm than good being contrary
to what is expected and donít assuage.

With your two associates the lightning and thunder
and your other cohort the wind blowing strong
you try to subdue or intimidate everything thereunder
by wreaking havoc as if redressing some wrong.

Itís very fortunate for us that this doesnít happen too often
and despite all the things which go on each day
I notice the ground, air and the minds of people do soften
after having come and gone and spent your play.

O rain, you are only just one of the forces of almighty nature
and if employed in season or need can draw no blood
but deployed haphazardly will bring down any proud stature
sweeping away all before you when rushing in a flood.

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Quatrain #14 - It has been said.....

by

George Krokos

It has been said many times before
that we all receive as we all do give.
If we're mindful of this we'll be sure
to get the most out of life as we live.

Quatrain #17 - Did it ever really.....

by

George Krokos

Did it ever really occur to you
that most of the things you do
are done without much regard for
the highest good and concern of all?

Simple Observation #21

by

George Krokos

Knowledge without right action is not what wisdom is about
by setting the right example we can remove another's doubt.

Simple Observation #27

by

George Krokos

If we cast all our pearls before the swine they will only get trampled on
but if we hold something precious in check people will seek to look on.