there is ruin
in the castle
my understanding
then
the castle
becomes a dungeon

the art
of heaven
a design
of longing
it is
a string
of light
wrapped up
and glowing
as we
seek

i am
looking
for light
it is hard
some lights
dont light right
or the right light
well

i am down
the up
is still down
my view is dirty
i let the dirt
pile and pile

the voice
of heaven
is silence
i cant
even speak
so how
can i
speak
h
e
a
v
e
n

the down
going away
i dont care
where it goes
ive had enough

my stupidty
my prize
i have myself
a bumbling
id
iot
to learn from
philosophys eggs
breaking
i dont know
anything

down can be
a down memory
i like words
of down
they are real
the real down
is too real

i see mystery
yet mystery
never reveals
it is the search
for the divine
that makes one
bred for light

Jim,you know a lot.Good write

Interesting how the hardest things for one to find is what's never really even lost, just lurking within oneself waiting to be believed.

Aweeeeeeeeee yes the women speaks with wisdom,,

((( Jimmy ))))

beautiful

nice work jim

Very nice jimz.