River Of Troubles
This physical life is a river of troubles;
we are the landscape, it’s shaping;
sometimes it’s calm; then it doubles;
there seems no way of escaping.
Some think we are physical, for eternity;
that heaven is some form of earth;
but, that is not what
A Season Called Loneliness
Life is a book, of infinite, chapters;
played out on a stage of light;
consciousness supplies all the actors;
creating the illusion of sight.
Each chapter of life, has a purpose;
especially, seasons of emptiness;
time allows the reasons to surface;
during the season of loneliness.
Discovering Reality
The life, we live, is an energy stream;
we believe it has space and time;
instead; it’s only a holographic dream;
an illusion of thoughts, sublime.
We think it involves time and space;
since, both play a temporary role;
looking upon energy; we see a face;
energy
Hibernation Of The Soul
We think we’re physical; but that’s a charade;
we’re energy; within an illusion;
our thoughts flow; a never ending cascade;
every life; a foregone conclusion.
We live, believing that we have free will;
but, what is our actual choice;
we each have a
The Ultimate Season
Sometimes it feels I’m escaping physicality;
as the background seems to fade;
imagining I’m just an illusion of reality;
a fool in life’s empty parade.
I’ve come to know; that life is a dream;
mere thoughts; becoming surreal;
nothing, in life, is what
The Oxygen Of The Soul
Love is life’s most mystical energy;
it can soothe, or cut like a knife;
love is two lives, wrapped in synergy;
such love endures for life.
Love and hate; come without ration;
each can build; or tear down;
true love is the most enduring
The One I Love
I’ve been in love; more than one time;
each time, was special and unique;
my thoughts of love; became sublime;
true love is the energy, all seek.
When I was young; I was very shy;
uncomfortable in my own skin;
though there’s a girl
The Death Of Purpose
Life was created to always have purpose;
tho we often, don’t know what it is;
sometimes reasons, lie neath the surface;
defying circumspect analysis.
I’ve reached that curious stage of life;
where my life has lost its meaning;
I live all alone; having lost
