A collection of personal observations, questions and speculations about Life, death, consciousness, and what I call the illusion. No one knows the truth about who we are and why we are here, if there is a God and what God is or isn't, which in itself could be considered a clue. Why are we being kept in the dark about these important issues of ourselves, and why do we spend a lifetime learning to be a good person only to die and then perhaps start over again? Who is really learning, and what are the lessons?
Most of these poems were written in the mid to late 90's, during and after a time when I watched my mother pass away. It was a time of great reflection.
