Look in the mirror, the face of a clown
Painted up, it won’t show down,
Mask that’s put on, a grimacing sneer
Fact of the matter, no innocence here
Remember the look in your face as a child
Face of a cherub so sweet and mild
I’ve cried for the Lustre, once there shone
Life Of Innocence, where has it gone?
This was the last poem written before I got my Self Realisation in 1983, when I was at a very low ebb.
Poetry was an innate and natural expression all my life. Seeking was sincere until our Divine Mother responded on April 22nd, 1983, the date of my Self-Realisation, and the start of an ever deeper and higher … Journey Into Spirit
