Past the Past

Dashing and bold adventure.
Would fasting or old venue be cure
To my boredom and ennui?
Is this overdone? Too much me?

Can't keep balance together?
Like plants weeping glance for weather.
Hoping for some rainy skies;
Groping for water's replies.

We have born our seed but now,
Must be fertilized somehow
With new moisture and sunshine;
Fairy dust's cure to be fine.

And not be one of most,
That goes straight from seed to ghost
Without thriving in between;
Growing up, my branches seen.

Don't want to just be potential.
What might've been then on trial.
But actualize talents fair,
All tracks realized with sent care.

Sent to loved ones known or not;
Anonymously shown lush plot.
For the seeds to have a chance,
For most to grow up so can dance.

To send their seeds near and far.
Bouquets to build peace not war.
And help human kind & more,
Reconnect with Ocean's shore.

To love the deep and ocean wave,
For wholeness seep and soul to save
From a Life of worthless time,
Transcending strife in meaning fine.

Each of us meaning must find.
Not be told, controlled our mind.
For we are unique each one;
And all can see light, become

All we can. All that we see.
Resurrected our dead be.
After our days in the fire.
Using soil our Soul's require

To reach our higher purpose.
To impeach fire's unjust
Destruction of healthy goals.
Seduction of wealth & repose.

But to fly past fear, desire.
Past the Past and Hell's fire.
Into Light, Love, Wisdom shown.
Into health with Self now known.


Past the Past
by Loveson G. Flower
Tuesday, 12:20 PM 8/12/97
Hobee's Town & Country, Palo Alto