He claimed he had attained cosmic consciousness
and could look into people’s eyes and take them there.

I knew he had had a mental breakdown, a disconnection
from reality, by his erratic speech patterns.

And he spent the rest of the time I knew him in and out
of psychiatric wards in hospitals.

There are or were spiritual adepts in India called masts,
who got so spiritually high when they attained the Oneness

that they could no longer function on the earth plane
and had to be taken care of, though revered.

The prevailing questions are were they mentally ill
or fully enlightened, did they have bona fide

spiritual experiences or counterfeit ones,
or were their mystical experiences a combination of both?

I don’t think anyone can definitely say for sure
in all of these cases.

And maybe in some of these cases what
seemed like breakdowns were breakthroughs.

Bob Boyd

Some descriptions of the afterlife
make it seem like you’ll be somewhere
walking on solid ground.

One could easily conjecture that it’s
souls floating around, probably
blissfully.

No matter how hard I try to visualize it,
I always fall short.

Sometimes I think I could get a breakthrough
but so far not even a peek.

It would be cool if you had a choice
of your afterlife when you passed
through the doorway of death

and were presented with a brochure
of various choices.

I’d opt for a soulmate in a heavenly paradise
on solid ground.

Of course, it could be that the afterlife
is merely everyone dead under solid ground.

Bob Boyd

She was said to be a good, Godly woman.
Her husband was a music director in their church.
He got a mistress. She got 2 bullets to the head.
He’s arrested for murder. She is dead.
The evidence is overwhelming, looks like prison for him.
And if his mistress was involved in the murder of his wife,
she will turn on him and he on her in court, each
trying to save their own skin, the romance over.
As a Christian, he probably believes in hell,
but might think he can get a pass from Jesus
with some real or fake prayers for repentence.
Were I Jesus, I wouldn’t let him off the hook
in a hell he would cook.

Bob Boyd

She was a model student in high school
got good grades, made the honor roll
graduated with an A average
attended an Ivy League college
graduated with a degree in Liberal Arts
majored in English Lit
minored in Hate America Radicalism.

Bob Boyd

From a stream to a river
from a river to a sea
from a sea to an ocean
like the progression
from self consciousness
to cosmic consciousness.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I see women in dreams, maybe
I’m lonely, lol, but I don’t think so.

She was petite with black hair and cute, which
I find more appealing than beautiful.

I remember in the dream she wanted to talk to me,
and I was hoping it was about something romantic.

But I couldn’t read her and feared it was about
something to do with business or rules.

I woke up before I had a chance to meet with her
and solve the mystery.

My luck, just when things start getting interesting
with a woman in a dream, I wake up.

Maybe I’ll meet her in a dream again tonight and
we’ll go strolling through a paradise hand in hand.

Yeah, I know, I’m literally a dreamer, lol.

Bob Boyd

When I was young and knew many women,
not all romantically, of course,

a playful woman was so much fun
and so endearing,

whether a romantic partner, a friend,
an acquaintance or a co-worker.

Their playfulness added more zest and
more joy into everyday living.

Alas, I won’t be meeting anymore playful
women in this life, far as I know,

but I hope to meet some in the afterlife,
which to me would be heavenly.

Bob Boyd

Saw a YouTube video entitled Rich People
Getting Eaten by Animals.

Most were middleage men who built
extraordinary financial empires

with sprawling mansions and immeasurable
lands and resources.

It was tragic to see all that they had built
gone from a single wild animal attack.

One was taking a walk on his spacious
land in a forest, which seemed safe,

but unknown to him, a mountain lion was
silently stalking him.

Then the mountain lion leaped out of hiding
and pounced on the man.

Within minutes, the wealthy man was
multilated and dead.

The title about rich people getting eaten
by animals

was surprising to me because I never imagined
the rich being killed by wild animals.

And it was sad to see and hear about four
of them going out in such a horrible way.

Bob Boyd

I can see by the way the fish in my aquarium
is swimming erratically, he’s dying.

I saw a politician at a congressional hearing,
and I could tell he was dying.

His appearance had death written all over it,
his trembling voice was like a trembling death knell.

So far, I can tell that despite my 80 years of life,
I’m not as close to dying as the fish and the politician.

But with the days flying by and my body wearing down,
surrepticouslly and slowly, the days is coming

when I’ll be joining the fish and the politician
in the afterlife, a mysterious spirit world or the cold ground.

Bob Boyd

He loved her dearly,
but he couldn’t get
along with her hateful
three kids.

He knew they hated
him, saw him as a
rival for their love.

Unfortunately, her
annoying kids
made loving her
impossible for him.

He left her with no
regrets and finally
had some peace
of mind.

Bob Boyd