The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior

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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Ascension

The wise of the way speak of circles in time
Processions of Moons and the Seasons
In circles we count twenty four thousand years
Through ages of Darkness and Reason

A steady machine of Ascension and Light
We make our way out of this well
Though garnished with beauty of nature and life
We're not here forever to dwell

I've pondered the Steles the Ancients bequeathed
That point out Eternities Way
To raise generations, each better and kind
With more wisdom gained every day

Now those who would keep us in chains steer the words
And coarsen the children to come
It is our sworn duty to cast them aside
And prosper our Soul's final sum

Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Rue


The Rue

I tread this Rue alone
In morning sun I passerby
Between the walls that shut me out
A world of peace is mine

The walls put here for private worlds
Forgotten is what lies behind
Inside the hollow houses dwell
Those who neither seek nor find

A walking stick I now require
For many days have had their toll
I'm ready for the final steps
With love of all within my Soul

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