Welcome to my poems page. Sometimes, when I get the urge to write a poem. I will post it here. Hope you enjoy them.
The Experience When I investigate a mirror, what do I see? Is it a reflection of the self, or is it just me? When I look at my hand, So complex, so grand. Am I looking at me this time? Or is simply a lineage of time. What about pain, joy, ecstasy? Surely, I experience these! They are what make me, me. Descartes surely agrees. Perhaps this is untrue after all, An illusion of the great mystery. The experience is not detached at all, The moment is me. -Sydney Bright
Struggle Why do I struggle? Why can’t my life be easy, like those on TV? Why can’t I make money? I work hard, study hard, yet it is not easy. Why can’t I find love? I am honest and kind, yet no one has been sent from above. Why can’t I be healthy? I exercise, eat well, yet some part of my body is always uneasy. Why am I imperfect? Nothing I seem to do is right, and therefore I must be wrong. I cannot be weak, so I must learn to become strong. So I sit. They say sitting is the path to a strong and calm mind. Once you obtain it, all the struggle is left behind. Yet when I sit, there is nothing but noise. Yet again I struggle, I cannot be poise. As I sit and I struggle, I am imbued with imperfection. As I sit and struggle still, I realize this is my lesson. Everything is all good. I am perfect because I am imperfect. I am great because I struggle. Joy comes from struggle. The calm follows the storm. No life has meaning without trouble. Through struggle enlightenment is born. -Sydney Bright
A Prayer to Apollo
Oh great and mighty Phoebus Apollo,
gift my family with your wisdom once more.
In the beginning you taught us to heal,
through your light the truth was apparent.
Though you shine upon us every day,
your music falls upon deaf ears.
I journey to Delphi today o’ Apollo,
In pursuit of your truth once more.
-Sydney Bright
Beyond the Struggle It can be easy to only see struggle, War, death, poverty is all common place. It can be easy to only see struggle, The constant anxiety and pain is a plague on the human race. It can be easy to only see struggle, Many interpret it as the battle between good and evil. It can be easy to only see struggle, Such vision is the battle between love and the works of the Devil. It can be easy to only see struggle. But to accept the duality, And see beyond the polarity Is to finally see beyond the rubble. -Sydney Bright
I Haiku
I am I and you
The unity in all life
Is all there is now
-Sydney Bright
Modern Humility Grand metal towers stand across the earth, With these great hubris runs throughout. An untouchable view is made upon the dirt, Yet the small organisms within we could not live without. Many men and woman all so wise have lived before me. Who am I to think I am greater than thee. How in tune with the earth you once were. In my metal home, I only know empty words. -Sydney Bright
Silence
I had a dream last night
A nightmare more like
My mouth was closed tight
Not a peep escaped or the like
Yet curious enough
To understand me was not tough
People nodded and smiled
The connection was wild
Then I awoke
My voice was loud and verbose
Yet no one understood a word
I pleaded but was never heard
Now I wonder if I am asleep now
Or was I asleep before
Perhaps silence is loud
Perhaps less is more
-Sydney Bright
The Answer I long have sought the answers of the world. Think, think, think I go. All I am taught is logic and reason are my allies. Think, think, think I know. There is a limit however, Full understanding will experience resistance. The more I think, The more I realize the answer is in its absence. -Sydney Bright
The King
Master please teach me
Tell me what is the way
I am full of conflict
Teach me how to stay
It is not you but your mind
You much train it to be still
It is the mind that is king of the senses
And it is the breath that is the king of the mind
-Sydney Bright
The River I sat beside a river and watched it flow I struggled as I followed every water molecule go Exhausted I was trying to know So I let go Still beside the water I grow Endlessly experiencing the presence of the flow -Sydney Bright
The Search for Peace
Many search for peace.
many shout we are all one.
Many fight for peace,
claiming the enemy must be done.
What is the search for peace,
if the search is not within?
The greatest force is inner peace,
The grounded wield the power herein.
-Sydney Bright
The Sound of Silence Follow me, out into the woods. Let us sit, and here the sound of the silence. Can you hear it? That wonderful sound. That is the sound of the earth, it breathes. Follow me, out into the woods. Let us sit, and there the sounds of ourselves. Can you hear it? The sounds of our breath. It is all one sound, the rhythm of one. -Sydney Bright
The Eternal Dance
There is this eternal dance, that is the breath of life.
Always going in and out, there is the joy and strife.
Always in flux, like the tides of a sea.
There is no high and lows, it is what it is to be.
There is a beauty here that not many can see.
The same fire that decimates much of life,
allows for the growth of a tree.
Many quiver to the thought of hurt,
Few realize that the beautiful lotus is born of the mud, grime, and dirt.
Herein lies the question of what it means to love,
The reverence we have towards the heavenly stars above.
So much destruction and birth and the cycle again,
All I ask is to continue this dance with you, until the very end.
-Sydney Bright