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The Synthesis Of Life

The Synthesis Of Life

Life is the puzzle; none understand;
it’s purpose; carefully hidden;
consciousness; at God’s command;
all opposition, forbidden.

No man can prove; how we became;
nor, how reality came to be;
granting freedom, seemed insane;
perfection; creating liberty.

Life was cast in a garden above;

Islands Of Dreams

Islands Of Dreams

Life is the ocean of consciousness;
washing upon the shore;
bringing truth and righteousness;
returning for a new encore.

Most of us find the islands of dreams;
whether asleep or awake;
reality is seldom what it seems;
it can bring an earthquake.

Dreams are blueprints for a

The Devil's Favorite Tool

The Devil’s Favorite Tool

In all things; most love to compare;
we wish to be better than others;
when we are here; we want to be there;
better than sisters or brothers.

No matter what; we’re king of the hill;
spiking the ball with every score;
we’re

The Serpent's Eyes

The Serpent’s Eyes

Vision is a most unique mystery;
awareness, leads to surmise;
many see what they want to see;
from out of the serpent’s eyes.

Most think they’re in total control;
of whatever they do and say;
totally unaware of the serpent’s role;
life is

Years Ago

Years Ago

Years ago; I lost the love of my wife;
a cancer took her back home;
leaving me no one to share my life;
without love; and all alone.

We started a business; laid foundations;
with dreams of a future ahead;
losing it; from unforeseen complications;
the love of

It's Gone

It’s Gone

Words flowed slowly through my mind;
almost as though they could speak;
thoughts of how all life was designed;
a vision beyond my critique.

Words that seemed ordained from above;
far too noble to have come from me;
hints about truth, from the Father of love;
thoughts

The Other Side Of Truth

The Other Side Of Truth

Truth lies beyond a door; that’s closed;
only by death, may we enter in;
on earth; absolute truth is opposed;
absolute truth is sink or swim.

Some view truth as a matter of choice;
depending upon a point of view;
absolute truth is the

So Long Ago

So Long Ago

It seems like it was just yesterday;
but I know; that just isn’t so;
it was another time; just like today;
but it seems so long ago.

Time is something; I don’t understand;
it’s merely a rhythmic tic and tock;
a mysterious rhythm; beyond

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