INVISIBLE

Do you feel invisible?
No one is listening to you.
No one remembers you exist.
At times, we all feel this way.
Join the invisible crowd.

A BOOK IS A TREASURE

A long journey to become an author.
Days of soul searching and hard work.
The words need to be enticing and clear.
A bridge to the reader's heart.

A movie camera sweeps across scenes.
So does a book's point of view.
One point of view shows one angle.
Changing points of view can reveal many more.

To be lost in a book is truly a gift.
An escape from the mundane and boring.
A visit to far away places.
An adventure to open your mind's eye.

Once completed, a book is a treasure.
A symbol of an author's hopes and dreams.
A confectioner's delight to be tasted and savored.
To be remembered by many or just a few.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?
Who was I?
A man.
A woman.
A doctor.
A soldier.
Maybe a murderer.
Does it matter?
Does it matter anymore?
We all end up the same.
Underground.
Buried.
We end up as skeletons.
But it is how we are
remembered
that matters.
Our memory lingers on.
Remembered as a
doctor,
soldier,
or murderer.
It’s your choice.

THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

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The view from above.
People appear small,
tiny specks in the universe.
Cars are in constant motion.
Everyone is in a hurry,
going around in endless circles.
Going to work, and later
going back home.
Taking elevators up
and then down again.
What’s the hurry?
We all live the same lives.
We live and then we die.
Does it matter where we had
hurried around in between?
All that matters are
who we leave behind.
For these are the only
ones who will remember
that we had been here.
And why we had been here.

A SOFT SHADOW IN THE WIND

A beautiful castle.
Could it be haunted?
Do people live there?
What about the people
who lived there in the past?
Are their memories alive in the walls?
Do ghosts wander the halls at night?
In my imagination, they do.
They come back to relive their pasts.
Sounds of laughter and music
can be heard in the night air.
Moonlight shines on their auras.
Auras that remain for years to come.
Sounds good to me.
I want to be remembered like that.
A soft shadow in the wind that
returns at night to see the moon.

SKIN AND BONES

Just a note for us to remember that
we are only skin and bones.
Our lives and bodies are fragile.
We could be whisked away in
a strong wind.
All that will be remembered about
us is what we have left behind.
Therefore, we must be sure—very sure—
that we leave behind something significant.
Whether it’s family, friends, art, or good deeds
it must be significant enough to be remembered.
Start working on it now before it’s too late.

COLOR OF MY DREAMS

Do you dream in color?
Do you see black and white,
or a vivid rainbow of  colors?
Do you even remember?

WHAT WILL YOU LEAVE BEHIND?

We all leave some trace of ourselves behind. It could be something that we had created like a book or a piece of artwork. It could also be something simple like a laugh, a smile, or even a joke.
What will you leave behind?
Will it be straightforward like tracks in the sand that others can easily follow? Will it be a feeling that remind people of you?
Do we want others to remember us? Do we want loved ones to think of us fondly?
This will only happen if we work at it. We must be careful to be good people and not hurt anyone unjustly.  It is definitely worth the extra effort.