I’m not my body.
It’s nothing but a flesh vase
Holding the real me.
The me that was before this,
The me not of this world,
The me of spirit.
Who I was before my birth;
Nothing but essence,
Not created or destroyed,
The me of eternity.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky–clear glass ceiling
One can almost see heaven
Clean and bright above
Passing from life into death
Could this be what it looks like
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Are we not called to greatness
As our primal spirit demands
Promised to all but the faithless
The future is in our hands
Before our eyes destiny unfolds
As beckoned by our will
In our minds and hearts and souls
Its progress won’t be stilled
So if we journey deep within
To the place where essence lives
Returning to where creation begins
Finding peace the universe gives
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Oh the lies we tell
To deceive our reflection
But fooling no one
The mirror–superficial
Cannot reveal the true soul
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
With eyes shut tight
Shuttering out distractions
While bathing in silence
Breathing becomes the world
Something so basic
So instinctual
Unavoidable
A simple complex action
To truly hear it
To feel it
All else seems to float away
The natural world becomes white-noise
Replaced by the spiritual
Who is to say which is reality
Is not the world what we believe it to be
Our souls as integral as the air
As life sustaining as water
My thoughts float as if dreams
Drifting into consciousness then out
As quietly and softly as they appeared
Until there is nothing
Nothing but the sound of me
Blood coursing through my veins
The beat of my heart
Each breath in rhythm
Energy melding with the natural
I am one with the world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sand, coarse and hot runs through my fingers,
Blending seamlessly with others of their kind,
This endless sea of granulated wonder.
Alike, of similar origins, living in their same world;
Not so unlike the vastness of our own terrarium.
Under the skin, are not our similarities overwhelming,
Blood, bone, tissue, mineral, hopes, dreams, ambitions,
Born, living and dying as we all must, it is not a choice,
Nor an option given to us at first breath.
Look hard around you,
Oh, how the tricks of the eye are so convincing,
Seeing only that which is physical.
What does this tell of the being?
What of their hearts, their souls,
Their minds, their aspirations,
Their pain and suffering?
Nothing! For the eye is a fool,
Easily leading and misleading the mind,
Diverting maliciously from another’s essence,
Their true being and all that is important.
The shallowness of outward impressions limits us,
Preventing us from knowing, befriending, understanding.
Ignorance feeds us foremost,
Our temporal gluttony gorges us,
Making us something less than human,
With our flawed vision of what should be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Come tranquility
My essence beckons you home
Tears have subsided
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I do not pretend, to know the truth,
Anymore than you…or the sun…or the moon,
Proving nothing short of ignorance otherwise.
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What I do know, is that death is inevitable;
Whether life be a second, a minute or decades,
Of this I am certain.
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Just as I am certain of my origin;
Beyond progeny…beyond paternity,
My essence existed before that of this earthly vessel,
And will certainly continue beyond it’s worldly demise,
Our human science has assured.
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I am, however steeped in uncertainty,
Uncertain of what lay in wait after this finite adventure.
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Will I be swallowed by consuming blackness,
Drifting endlessly…disjointedly into nothingness?
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Will I be welcomed at Heaven’s pearled gates,
Greeted with open arms into a paradise?
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Maybe Hell hath set it’s sights on my mortal soul,
Repaying me for the sinful life I’ve led?
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Or will my soul join with others
To live once again,
In the vessel of another of the newly-born?
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These all, are questions of faith,
Your faith…my faith,
Questions for which I have no answers.
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After a lifetime of curious inquiry,
I hold no greater insight into the afterlife,
Than were so endowed in me at my birth.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A warm summer breeze
Skin glistening in the sun
Like the souls mirror
Releasing your true essence
Out to a waiting world
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A Tanka
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Who am I
Did not my spirit exist be for me
Perhaps not in this form,
Though most surely it did exist.
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The things I am are not new to me
My essence existed at the beginning
Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it
So who was I before.
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Maybe a river running through Africa
A blue whale navigating the seas
Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high
Could not part of me have existed in all of these.
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In this I find comfort
The body being merely a vessel
Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth
To be gladly returned upon passing.
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The energy that is me remains
Free of this vessel
Free to become whatever the universe deems fit
Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.
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There is peace in thoughts of this
Knowing I have always been and will always be
Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion
Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.
Dom DiFrancesco 