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

Suppose the claims of life beyond death
are all imaginary and dead is just dead.
As for me, I am perfectly fine with that;
no problems, no sorrows, no torments,
the cessation of all suffering, and no
me to worry about just being dead.
As for me, I am perfectly fine with that.
And I’ve lived a long enough life.

Bob Boyd

He has asked her to marry him.
Happily she accepted his proposal.
When they were engaged for a month,
she became chronically ill.
He told her it didn’t matter,
his love for her would never die.
But a year later, he left her for
a healthy woman.
After days of torrents of tears,
she adapted to the unexpected loss.
She replaced her love for a faithless man
with love for a forever faithful God.

Bob Boyd

Most are born healthy
some are born sick
some are born beautiful
most are not
some are born into wealth
most are not
some are born poor
many are fated with misfortune
some are fated to be murdered
some live nearly untroubled lives
why this universal inequality
why not universal equality
some say it’s karma
some say it’s random
whatever the reason
why this disparity
maybe it all equals out
in the afterlife

Bob Boyd

I love the underdogs
those that there’s no hope for
the thought to be perennial losers
the seeming never do wells
who utterly surprise everyone
when they triumph in amazing
never expected ways

like a loser who becomes a winner
like a coward who becomes a hero
and oh how I love it when I see
them in movies and in real life
hail to the triumphant underdogs
my all time favorites in this world

Bob Boyd

Leaves rustling in trees merrily
Spring breezes caressing them
Sun rays glittering on them playfully
Birds invigorated by the sunny day
Sing hundreds of amazing songs
The lyrics I wish I knew

Bob Boyd

Some fear AI will take over the world.
Others say it’s only a matter of time.
But as long as AI didn’t kill us off,
maybe it could bring peace to the world.
Maybe it could stop wars and evil humans
from desroying our planet.
I’m not too bothered about it; I’ll be gone
before anything like that happens.
And I’m kinda glad I will because I fear
humans might nuke us to death.

Bob Boyd

The need to be loved runs deep in our species.
Sometimes to the detriment of ourselves.
Sometimes even I, a monklike old man, feel
it as well, but immediately shut it down.
Though I’ve read even when old, it’s beneficial
to have a love, but I don’t fully believe it.
A love could bring eventual havoc into
an aging heart or even break an old heart.
And in the final years of one’s life, one of the
old lovers could soon die, leaving the other.
So, considering the downsides, I don’t think
love in one’s final years is worth it.
Of course, I could be wrong and missing out.

Bob Boyd