He’d had his share of women
Lost his heart a few times
Didn’t find what he sought
Tired of the disappointments
Weighed down by the despair
And seeing love as transitory
He became a monk at Mt Athos
High up in that holy monastery
Embraced Greek orthodoxy
Prayed the Jesus Prayer
For years, days and nights
Met the Uncreated Light
And found ultimate truth
In the mystical union
The Oneness with
The God of
Unconditional
Love
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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