PUZZLE of LIFE
Life for most people is a conundrum,
They get bogged down in rhyme or reason why?
I am content, for others to bang my drum,
I know how they feel, as I look in their eye.
So concerned are most in the daily grind,
Instead of looking to the end result,
But looking for pitfalls which they might find,
Imagining that it’s all their own fault.
Self blame and unworthiness weigh heavy,
Starts the vicious cycle, leading to fear.
Breaking the circle that cleaved one heady,
Is the only answer, to leave one clear.
Instead of blaming others for stealing,
Stealing a vital piece of their own peace.
Instead of solving the puzzle of living,
For sure, that single effort, will bring ease.
To accuse another is no salvation,
Share and respect are the only answers.
There is no patent on word or station,
No one could ask us, for more than to serve.
Our only quest is to give of our best,
With love the overriding principle.
So righteousness and justice to ingest,
That loving oneself, is the only canticle.
When so doing the inner level rises,
The conscious level, known, as happiness.
When happy with oneself, all else reprises,
Or pales, and somehow fades into worthlessness.
What was important becomes unimportant,
Life becomes much simpler, but not by force.
We find inspiration, even in cant,
Should we accuse, or love our Divine source?
Puzzles become much easier to solve.
Our own life-puzzle, leads ever onwards,
Our own inner peace, and our self-made salve,
Often become possible by use of words.
Beginning with loving self, then, others,
Loving the self, and becoming content.
No difference, though it seems life smothers,
Whether living in a mansion or tent.
There is many a reason in these rhymes,
To bring some real sense into our station.
No matter current whereabouts or climes,
There is an impetus to our action.
It is the soul that calls us all to arms,
We must supply the spiritual courage,
And allow us the chance to use our charms,
To bring peace, to calm mind and heart damage.
Hanukah & the Angel