Even For Those

If there was no greed
There would be no poor

If there was no crime
There would be no punishment

If there was no sickness
There would be no pain

If there was no hate
There would be no wars

But there are all those
And so much more

Evil in this world

If there is no God
There would be no salvation

Even for those
Who are not evil

Hoping To Reach West

It is the right thing to do
Often people say
And indeed they do
What they think is right

But more often than not
What they think is right
Is not the right thing

Ironically

In fact
Much of what people think is right
Cannot be further from the truth

Because the truth
Is not something that can be realized
Without direction

A ship heading south
Cannot reach west
Unless it changes direction

And south
Is where most people are headed
Hoping to reach west

Almost Hopeless

It just goes to show you
That age really does not matter
Or determine
How someone acts or behaves

Maturity has nothing
To do with age
Mentality does
And knowledge may increase
But maturity? No

Adults are actually more unreasonable
More stubborn
And definitely more intentionally evil
If they are not unintentional

Just because you can smile
While cussing at someone
Speak in a gentle voice
While plotting evil
Does not make you mature

The hypocrisy
Of putting up a nice face
Not even aware of the hypocrisy
Feeling good for acting all so nice
Actually believing in the act

Fake smile
Fake humility
Fake show of nobility
Everything all manufactured
Is nothing short of abhorrent

It is no wonder why
Jesus said the kingdom of heaven
Is for those such as the children

It is almost hopeless

Another Day

About ten minutes I walk
To reach a place on the beach
Just by the road side

With sandy ground and tall weeds

On a clear sunny day
The sun low on the horizon

There is spent camp fire from the night before

Burnt woods gathered in center

Surrounded by logs and rocks

I find an open spot by the weeds

And sit leaning back on a log

Legs stretched out
Feeling the softness of sand

It is a cool afternoon 

Not quite winter but almost there 

Like 65 degrees getting cooler

Soft gusts of wind blowing time to time

Looking down I see

The waves crashing onto the shore

Where the ocean has receded and dark brown sand glistens 

Reflecting the setting sun

Far away at one end of the beach

I can see some people fishing

And wonder whether it was a good day

The beach stretches for miles to the other end

Being flat and almost seeming endless

People walking their dogs 

Children running and playing
Sound of the waves muffling their laughter

I look over the sea

Vast open sea as wide as the sky
The horizon appearing inperceptively curbed

With a tanker ship silhouetted by light

Appearing stationary 

But moving towards some destination

Sun is almost touching the horizon 

Its rays reflected on the ocean

Always looking bigger somehow 

As it is about to set

Few white clouds float far away 

Partially covering the sun

Already with some hint of orange

But slowly getting darker and richer

In pink, orange, and violate

And in front of the clouds

A flock of birds in perfect harmony

Migrates to warmer south

I lean back even more

And notice the crescent white moon 

Just starting to show

And from campfire afar

The scent of burning wood
Is carried by the wind

Everything in slow motion

In no hurry to end the day

Being part of the earth

Savoring each moment 

As I sit there admiring

The beauty, peace, and tranquility

Forgetting the passage of time

Watching the sun

Set to mark the end

Of another day

And Always Will Be

A moment can last a life time

And a lifetime only a moment

But nothing can exist

Without existing forever

Since time is infinite 

A momentary existence

Divided by infinity of time

Is nonexistent
Therefore it must be

Whatever was always is
And always will be
Just in different form
Of existence
For some