I spy a ladybug
on top of my bathroom mirror.

Every so often, a ladybug
invades my fortified apartment.
I’m glad they’re not spies,
as far as I know.

She’s eyeing me now
and I know what she’s thinking.

“Um … is this some Caucasian mountain god,
tall and mountainous as he is?”

She sees me nick my cheek with my razor
and the tiny spot of blood that debuts.

She thinks to herself:
“Though this strange species
towers over me mightily,
it’s a lesser god than mine
because it bleeds.”

After her disparaging assessment,
she somehow, magically, walks down
the mirror like Jesus walking on water
and doesn’t fall off, as I or any living
human would, except maybe Jesus.

I see she’s preening herself in the mirror
and liking her reflection a little too much.
I never knew ladybugs were vain.

I’d like to kick her out of my apartment,
but it’s too cold outside,
and despite the fact she’s an intruder,
I don’t want her to freeze her ass off—
that is if ladybugs have asses.

So I just bid her farewell as I walk to my
computer and write this kind of ode to her,
while she’s probably still obsessing over
her looks in my bathroom mirror.

Someday I must school her on the fact
that looks fade and her personality is more
important than her fleeting looks.

Maybe tomorrow, if she sticks around.

Bob Boyd

The older I get the faster time goes by,
a year just passed, as if it were only a few months.
I’m getting older at warp speed, but I’ve reached a
point where I no longer care.
After all, at my age I’m sort of just hanging around
waiting to transition.
And my body, like an old, outdated machine, becomes
less and less efficient each year, stiffer and weaker.
So Time, keep going faster and faster, get me to the
spirit world sooner where I’ll be young and born again.

Bob Boyd

Though I live in a small city,
Greensboro, NC,
often at night when I go to
my car, I see rabbits.
It amazes me they live
in this city.
There are not any
forests nearby.
Yet they seem to survive
and even thrive.
I usually see them close
to my parked car.
When I see them I feel
moved to befriend them.
I softly whisper gentle
words to them.
But despise lingering for
a while, they run away.
Maybe some day ….

Bob Boyd

Suddenly, unexpectedly, I’ve
become interested in art.
From creating many images
with AI Image Generators,
and using various art genres,
I developed an appreciation.
For example, yesterday I
learned about Gauguin.
Originally an impressionist
but started his own style.
Limited fame in his lifetime,
lauded after his death.
Times of plenty of money,
times close to poverty.
But a true artist to the
end of his complex life.

Bob Boyd

When she reached age 77, her love
had gone out of her.

Maybe it was biological, her essence
dried up.

Maybe she had just given up on finding
lasting love.

I felt my love could have enlivened her
and revived her life.

But, alas, she didn’t see it that way,
preferred to play with her grandchildren.

More’s the pity for me and for her.

Bob Boyd

Walking around self-consumed,
partly because they have to be.

Their single lives the most important
in the human sphere.

Yet, it may be their lives are insignificant,
considering there are billions of them.

That’s the way I see it, and when I see
massive crowds of humans,

they seem of no more significance than
the insects crawling beneath my feet.

Bob Boyd

Is there a higher species than humans
and more technologically advanced?

Could that species be aliens,
and are they real?

I believe they are real and far more
advanced than us.

And I don’t mean just technologically.

I think it’s conceivable that they are in
higher states of consciousness too.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if they
make contact with us soon.

Bob Boyd

What’s the point of it all,
this life we’re living?
Is it for naught or is it
for a supreme purpose?
I believe it’s evolutionary.
I believe the purpose is
the evolution of every
living thing.
I believe the end game
is drops back into the ocean,
the Oneness, the eternal
bliss consciousness.
You may believe in the
duality, you and Divinity.
But I see the end game
as non-duality, humans back
into the ocean of bliss,
transcending the dualities.

Bob Boyd

The time might be here.
The contact might be near.
We might be meeting them.
Those who might be like
brothers and sisters from
other planets.

Trump’s reveals and Spielberg’s
movie may be precursors to
the epic meeting of humans
and interplanetary beings.
Stay tuned and don’t be
surprised if what is believed
becomes manifestedly true.

Bob Boyd

You see her face and you want to be with her, to have her,
to be in love with her and her with you.
You get these imaginings that life with her would be perfect.
But, alas, the problem is you cannot see what’s behind
her beautiful face; that is, what’s in her mind.
I write from experiences and how I wish I could have
seen what was in a beautiful woman’s mind.
How I wish I could have saved myself from the dismay
and harmful illusions about her deceptive beauty.
Beauty that more than once led me harmfully astray.

Bob Boyd