Saturday, November 28, 2020

HANDFUL OF RICE

Hunger of the mind hunger of the soul
A child's stomach empty as it sits in the cold
When will we learn there are things more valuable than gold

A handful of rice sticky and warm
Fills the belly and comforts the soul
A feeling some wish to know

Thankful for what is before you
Some might not see it; a prayer of thanks is what you do.
You see a feast of nourishing food.

A handful of rice sticky and warm
Fills the belly and comforts the soul
A feeling many wish to know

Pressure and time hardens a diamond
Pressure and time softens the rice
We ignore the doctor's advice, think everything is alright.

A handful of rice sticky and warm
Fill the belly and comforts the soul.
A feeling I wish to know

Contentment with the simple joys of life
Strength is facing the challenges of the night.
The next day's pains are healed by the light.

A handful of rice sticky and warm
Fill the belly and comforts the soul.
A feeling everyone should know.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020





 


Monday, November 23, 2020

DANCE OF KNOWLEDGE

 
Deep inside the mind is a light
We have been searching for all our lives
Inside it has been there all the time

Dance of knowledge
Moves to the song of peace
The tune of justice we all need

Deep inside the mind, there is you, the soul.
Holding to the eternity of many lives
This journey is not a waste of time.

Dance of knowledge
Moves to the rhythm of purity
The tune of compassion every step light and free

Deep inside the mind, hear the message of life.
When we march, it is understanding we will find
Walking the path of happiness, we put the past behind.

Dance of knowledge 
Moves to the beat of love
Every step guided from above

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

Sunday, November 22, 2020

FREEDOM OF THE SOUL

We give up on life when we think we are right
Only looking for a fight as the mind lives in the uneducated night

Freedom of the soul is more than religion.
It is the understanding of peace and how to embrace it and take hold.
When there is love between all human beings is when we are free.

We give up on life when we seek attention.
Everything you say or do, is proof your blind to your own reflection.

Freedom of the soul is more than emotions.
Thinking there untamed binding them up in chemical controls
When living life is about searching and finding 

We give up on life when we have no goals.
Sacrifice for the greater good never gets old.

Freedom of the soul is more than an accomplishment.
Ignoring the complex parts of life as simple solutions are bought and sold
If you don't reach out to feel you just stumble in the dark

We give up on life when there is no love.
The hero sits alone, looking down from above.

Freedom of the soul is more than a physical act.
A single emotion considered an activity dose does not make us whole.
Turning to a blank page does mean nothing is there; it means there is purity. 

We give up on life when there is no movement.
When we forget our passions and just stop, there is no improvement.

Freedom of the soul is more than action.
Children are the commitment to unconditional love that never gets old.
The recipe is a lot of education, and discipline of the mind is life fulfillment.

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020  



Wednesday, November 11, 2020

NO DIRECTION

Step up to the line without going over
Thinking you're a soldier but your only a loner
Looking to deceptive things for some direction.

With a gun in your hand, feeling like your a man.
Thinking you own this ancient land
The things you believe are not your own and give you no direction.

But you are the dust in the wind guided by sin.
Your willing to give up your freedoms just to say you win
You're intimidated by lies and fears; these have no direction.

Convoluted thoughts mixed with an uneducated mind you hide.
Unaware of other's misery only to find your on the wrong side of history
Thoughts and prayers give no comfort, no direction.

Complaining and calling names will never let you get your way.
Hearing only one voice now rehab is your only choice.
Your angry dry tears yelling to a deaf ear; there is no direction.


©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020