The Four Chambers Of Love
The physical world is a picture of reality;
an illusion of the kingdom above;
all; connected by a sense of mutuality;
bonded together by love.
The heart is the image of connection;
the parts becoming the whole;
hate is the expression of rejection;
love is
When Life Ends
What happens when this life ends;
does consciousness disappear;
when life’s final curtain descends;
does, yet, another; draw near?
Life isn’t an eternal, physical being;
but an energy that ebbs and flows;
a consciousness; from a realm, unseen;
God’s love, assuring; that it grows.
An Accomplished Man
If I had finished; all I’d begun;
I’d be an accomplished man;
faithful, until the setting sun;
doing, whatever I can.
If only I’d done; all I’d planned;
I’d helped others; along the way;
tomorrow’d be at my command;
each day
Incomprehensible
This wondrous creation; referred to as life;
we’ve come to regard as indispensable;
where, man and woman are husband and wife;
it all has become incomprehensible.
It began, as a world of impossible dreams;
generated from the Master’s mind;
the ebb and flow of conflicting extremes;
is
The Cloud Of Corruption
Life is a slowly evolving mystery;
whose future is often unclear;
in time; becoming past history;
clarity becoming austere.
Life; a picture the Master painted;
slowly coming into view;
often, demonic; rarely, sainted;
love becoming its glue.
Life is a constantly evolving story;
involving periods of
The Lonely Soul
I’m the period, at the end of a sentence;
the wallpaper; gone out of style;
my whole life is a study in repentance;
an honest fool; alive for a while.
I’m lonely and quiet; devoid of purpose;
an introvert, extraordinaire;
my feelings, hidden; neath the
A World Without Love
This world has become almost austere;
as darkness descends, from above;
the most predominant energy is fear;
living in a world without love.
Competition is now, the order of the day;
as the world becomes torn apart;
while division continues to gain sway;
we’re each
In The Hands Of God
Consciousness is full of mystery;
there’s magic in the air;
destiny is what’s meant to be;
it’s neither here nor there.
We’re often in search of one to blame;
not accepting mere circumstance;
perhaps, destiny and God, are the same;
maybe
