The Season Of Introspection
Life was created to be lived in seasons;
experience growing to perfection;
only the Master knows all the reasons;
revealed in a time of introspection.
We spend a lifetime looking all about;
at a reality we don’t understand;
we’re looking at life from inside-out;
Surrender
Every life is a puzzle, to be solved;
destined to come to conclusion;
conflicts, within; to become resolved;
love is the ultimate solution.
Love and hate; bring wars and peace;
defining the human condition;
in the essence of time; wars shall cease;
each life, makes its decision.
Pride is
…It All Began With A Word
I never understood much about loneliness;
why it often made old people sorry;
it usually appeared as mist of ghostliness;
making some feel like a quarry.
What is so desperate about loneliness;
when left with a void in our life;
with unending waves of
Overlapping Realities
Life is an energy; like a thunderstorm;
temporarily out of control;
consciousness; created; not born;
love’s energy is called a soul.
Recklessness has no place in perfection;
so prodigals were sent to the earth;
an illusion of hell; through light reflection;
creation, cast as a physical birth.
The Invisible Reality
Darkness is considered the absence of light;
without light; no eyes can see;
two kingdoms exist; one, for day; another, night;
night is the invisible reality.
Through consciousness did all life begin;
creating all things that would be;
believing we’re outside; the soul is within;
thoughts
The Wisdom to Forget
Wisdom comes in all shapes and sizes;
many things, I’ve done; I regret;
wisdom often hides behind disguises;
many things are wise to forget.
We all lack that wisdom to forget;
tending to dwell in its misery;
sinking in quicksand of deep regret;
over our
The Eloquence Of Failure
Failure is love’s most perfect weapon;
making us become irrelevant;
in the void; discovery will beckon;
failures becoming eloquent.
The mind keeps searching for reasons;
beyond the universal abyss;
all lives are experienced in seasons;
with eloquence in every kiss.
Thoughts grasp to supply for
…The Invisible Soul
The soul is the core of consciousness;
made in the Master’s image;
a child of love and righteousness;
a servant of God’s lineage.
The soul occupies, neither time nor space;
it’s like an invisible mist;
created out of God’s love and grace;
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