The Faces Of Opportunity
In the midst of failures; opportunity knocks;
it appears in its own time and place;
it pays no mind to surroundings or clocks;
but, it usually wears a unique face.
We must learn to look beyond that face;
destiny lays hidden, neath the surface;
what seems
The Loose Thread
Every sweater has a loose thread;
shoe strings are easily broken;
many dress, like an unmade bed;
cruel words are often spoken.
Perfection has no discernible face;
tho often claimed by a fool;
most who lead; lead to disgrace;
becoming the devil’s tool.
We spend our
…Multidimensional Reality
Life exists in at least three dimensions;
perhaps, a great many more;
meant to serve the Master’s intensions;
that which is now; has been before.
Many think we live in a physical place;
defined by length, width, and height;
but, reality has a more complex face;
consciousness
Living Waters Of Love
We’re all leaves on the tree of life;
destined to flourish; then die;
enduring the heartbreaks and strife;
while, often, wondering why.
We began our lives as seeds;
then, growing into a root;
living water provided our needs;
consciousness; our fruit.
The colors of life
…The Uneasy Meek
We all are simply bundles of energy;
living out the human condition;
our thoughts; a blending of synergy;
each gifted, for a unique mission.
We’re energies; within a thunderstorm;
waves; rushing upon the beach;
tho, many are different; others conform;
each; with lessons to teach.
Some
…Chinks In The Armor
Memory is the armor of our stability;
making us feel safe and secure;
allowing our thoughts incredible agility;
without it; to others, we defer.
Memories are like a flowing stream;
as pure as the melted snow;
ebbing and flowing; like a dream;
things that we choose
The Greatest Love Is Hate
Its been said, Love is a splendid thing;
to which; many can relate;
love is signified; when wearing a ring;
but, its greatest seed is hate.
Hate can motivate in whatever we do;
we hate due to what one does;
when you hate me; I
A Ghost Called The Soul
I’m now living in a world of dreams;
physicality is my current role;
but, everything is not what it seems;
I am a ghost called the soul.
This physical body is but a shell;
destined to perish soon;
the earth is only an image
