THESE ASHES

What we have lost we will again find new

Sorrow is the nourishment to make love bloom

In the fires, these souls will return soon

These ashes, a new India will rise.

Forget the words of criticism; and what are called lies

Look to the words of the Gita to find all the love, peace, and purity 

Understanding is lost in the minds of those who can't see the sunrise

As Maata Ji cries, her tears purify the waters of the Ganges

We enter another time of colonization of our souls' new freedom we hold

These ashes, a new India will rise.

Look to the flag safron of courage, the white of purity, the green of fertility.  

As the Dharma Chakra walks these auspicious lands

Love is in the purifying fires of the cremations.

The soul released in the smoke forming a new nation

The ashes are the mortar to form the base for the flag can fly high  

These ashes a new India will rise

A new life, a new determination for the mind

Peace, Love, and Purity again we will find.

©Copyright Thomas J. Dooley

Notes: 

 

THE SOLUTION IS IN YOU THE SOUL

Freedom isn't free unless you get up and speak
Patriotism isn't a reason to create a wall
It is a reason we should be inclusive to all

Look deep within and become your best friend 

Then look outward and see your unlimited power

The solution is in you the soul

Demand a better way got to work not just pray

March in the streets march in the capital's halls

Let your voice be heard shake those walls

Look deep at the power within that has no end

Contained in a body of flesh and bone 

The power is in you the soul

Passion is the ignition to a movement inclusive to all

As we are one fist a power that can resist

There is so much in life that we miss drop the ego and understand this

Look deep at your self there is much more than you can know

Nothing that anyone can hold nothing that can be sold

The passion is you the soul

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020

NORMAL

What is normal?
A state of being comfortable.
I never consistently felt comfortable
Not here not anywhere

What is normal?
A standard of being consistent with what is trendy
The mom who wares yoga-pants to the mall pushing an empty stroller
No one even stairs

What is normal?
A state of being free from a physical or mental disorder
Who collects the rent for this cerebral room I am in
No longer the owner of my own thoughts

What is normal?
A state of being on a surface that measures to the degree of the one after it
The complicated structure just to control the atmosphere 
This place, this room, this chair who is really sitting hear

What is normal?
A state of being close to you when I am only six feet away
Something wrong with you and me that we can't see
The new normal is all that anyone can say

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020