An Illusion Of Reality
Consciousness is the totality of life;
whether we’re awake or asleep;
many of life’s lessons cut like a knife;
from what’s sown; we’ll reap.
Consciousness was shared by the Master;
we’re thoughts upon his mind;
our thoughts of rebellion led to
Code To Understanding
We’re living in a kingdom of mystery;
a world, most don’t understand;
thinking; that, what will be; will be;
believing we’re in command.
We puzzle, over, how it all came about;
gazing upon a distant star;
few understand, we’re inside; looking out;
its
Vanishing World
Life is a never ending, complex mystery;
like a flag, becoming unfurled;
all things, of past, becoming just history;
in a dissolving, vanishing world.
What has happened to my sense of reality;
I feel like, from life, I’ve been banished;
tho life seems the same; I’m
Kingdom Of The Mind
I’m walking the border, between two kingdoms;
not knowing where I belong;
one, ruled by perfection; the other, by freedoms;
attempting to just get along.
Sometimes I feel like I’m young and alive;
then comes the shadows of night;
in darkness, I wonder how
The Gift Of Faith
Faith is the most valuable gift, we’re given;
for it is our link with the Master;
when it becomes, that, by pride, we’re driven;
we tend to often court disaster.
Faith often tends to come, and then go;
but, maintaining it, is a must;
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
