My Bittersweet Love
Love came like a wave; a gentle wind;
catching me, suddenly, by surprise;
when in her presence; all sorrows end;
I felt love; coming from her eyes.
Sometimes, two souls are meant to be one;
other times; it’s not meant to be;
within her eyes; became
Prayer Of An Unfaithful Servant
Dear precious, and everlasting Lord,
I reach out to you; in total humility;
as a servant; I should fall on my sword;
my only excuse is growing senility.
Sometimes, I act as an arrogant man;
thinking I’m in total control;
when I’m a
Giving Comfort To The Enemy
Earth is the never ending battleground;
in the war between evil and good;
the mysterious realm of sight and sound;
whose purpose is misunderstood.
We think this realm is life; as a whole;
instead, it’s a cultural war;
hate is waging a battle, for
River Of Troubles
This physical life is a river of troubles;
we are the landscape, it’s shaping;
sometimes it’s calm; then it doubles;
there seems no way of escaping.
Some think we are physical, for eternity;
that heaven is some form of earth;
but, that is not what
A Season Called Loneliness
Life is a book, of infinite, chapters;
played out on a stage of light;
consciousness supplies all the actors;
creating the illusion of sight.
Each chapter of life, has a purpose;
especially, seasons of emptiness;
time allows the reasons to surface;
during the season of loneliness.
Discovering Reality
The life, we live, is an energy stream;
we believe it has space and time;
instead; it’s only a holographic dream;
an illusion of thoughts, sublime.
We think it involves time and space;
since, both play a temporary role;
looking upon energy; we see a face;
energy
Hibernation Of The Soul
We think we’re physical; but that’s a charade;
we’re energy; within an illusion;
our thoughts flow; a never ending cascade;
every life; a foregone conclusion.
We live, believing that we have free will;
but, what is our actual choice;
we each have a
The Ultimate Season
Sometimes it feels I’m escaping physicality;
as the background seems to fade;
imagining I’m just an illusion of reality;
a fool in life’s empty parade.
I’ve come to know; that life is a dream;
mere thoughts; becoming surreal;
nothing, in life, is what
