ripples too


The deep dark abyss between reality and truth

The cynical scrutiny of the decrepit to youth

The mucus thin sheath between real and illusion

An amniotic connection between pain, joy, and their fusion


An ill equipped father

An adept old sage

Both play their parts handsomely

on Life’s Shakespearean stage


insights accrue through many lifetimes

Or can be a flash in the pan

Lightning can’t strike twice

But maybe wisdom can


Again and again

We meet death as our fate

‘Carry over our lessons

To another embryonic state


Ignorance or bliss

Can repeat verse for verse

Life can be a series of blessings

Or a perpetual curse


One key factor

That rings as clear as a bell

We make our own heaven

Or live our own hell.


Jen Ward

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