Holy cow I understand
Sometimes in life after
Many lives our Higher
Self descends to occupy
A human body this
Occurs on the second
To last lifetime of
A human host known
As spiritual transformation and
Is the last step
To eventual enlightenment and
I’d like to introduce
You all to me
My Higher Self Wisdom
Category: Kindness
PeaceVsHappiness
What is this peace
That people talk about
Peace is not happiness
I think that peace
Is the absence of
Happiness because happiness is
Just yet another thing
Pursued chased like a
Ball or a tail
Dreamed of hoped for
Like that first snow
And that first step
And of I suppose
All those other firsts
But firsts lead to
Thirsts for many more
And then happiness becomes
Something out there waiting
Whereas peace well peace
Is right here empty
Of even the slightest
Hope of something better
HellICan’t
The hell I can’t
That is my mantra
And what carries me
Far above and beyond
I have never been
Limited by others opinion
You see most people
Spend entirely too much
Time constructing tiny little
Boxes and furnishing them
With trinkets of past
But me I see
The world as a
Puzzle and I am
A child picking and
Trying this piece and
That confident in myself
Knowing that whatever it
Is I will figure
It out and if
I can’t it can’t
Be solved but the
Goal is rarely as
Fun as the trip
And that’s the difference
Between me and others
Dreams
Oh if someone hadn’t
Already then you never could
Your dreams are borne
On the backs of
Others who have already
Tried and likely failed
Dreams are only as
Good as the stories
That came before them
For hope is nothing
More than the possibility
Of promises for better
GiveMeWrinkles
I wonder why
Two different pairs
Of eyes either
Adore or avoid
I have been
Found to be
Handsome by most
But here in
Denver I’m overlooked
And overpicked over
And over again
What they fail
To understand is
With my wrinkles
Also comes a
Roadmap of adventure
Of advice and
Admiration not for
Me but for
All those others
Whom I have
Take the young
With their dreams
And their futures
Give me wrinkles
For it’s wrinkles
That tells me
Something has been
Already worn has
Already served purpose
And master and
Has survived to
Tell its story
For stories are
What dreams have
Been made of
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 