Too Much Ink

I don’t write empty words to cover pages of white.

I write my verses to send my own insight.

Yet it’s not my words you should listen to,

it’s your internal message which holds all that’s true.

I’m not a reader, my mind’s too full of things.

I find my concepts from the way nature sings.

The universe shows me total insight

as I sit under clouds on a starlit night.

Sometimes as the stars twinkle I see

one of God’s eyes winking at me.

In this blink in time quickly I know

there’s a brighter place for me to go.

When returned to the energy from whence I came,

removed from this body, identity, and name,

my spirit will become an infinite force,

combined once again with it’s singular source.
Stanley Victor Paskavich