Poetry from David Woodward

Krishnamurti on my mind

man-made-man

hiding behind

the esoterisms

of your sacred

                           script

you sculpture

a belief

of your own

demonstrative

                         self.

true religion

the search . . .

religion of truth

. . . true education

solitude

confidence . . .

to seek truth

confidence

elimination of fear—

including religion

We force

justice . . . as a concept

                  or can it be more . . . relevant

                  action more than spoken . . . demanded

                  & nurtured by the people . . . gravitational

                  forces raising awareness . . . court

                  rooms empty of lies . . . deceit

                  a disease . . . We

                  conquered.

love

is the source

or must be

(for reason

to be)

bonus:

book sense for holiday emotions

an eager book that has

sat on a patient

surface, waiting for

to-day, a day formulated

for the arrival of grand

emotions, the holidays are

here! absorbed by

the patient surface

no more, it works its way

into unsuspecting hands, greedy eyes

and a thirsty mind

lap up leaping words, linked

to treasures beneath

the surface you find

understanding, peace enters

gracefully and seductively

you learn to be at One

with what you usually escape: family.

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