A Watched Pot Never Boils
It’s said; a watched pot never boils;
but, of course; we know it does;
and, to the victor, belongs the spoils;
but we say it; just because.
Sometimes the time becomes irrelevant;
it almost seems to stand still;
becoming reality’s white elephant;
a
Moving On
Why does it seem; we’ve a difficult time;
letting go of things of the past;
life isn’t just physical; it becomes sublime;
nothing physical can last.
Imagine yourself as waves of God’s love;
and the universe as consciousness;
flowing below; then returning above;
the ebb
The Futility Of Dreams
I live my life; dwelling in emptiness;
floating; one dream to another;
longing to feel that passionate caress;
of my long lost dream lover.
Tho she be a figment of my imagination;
an image of the devil’s disguise;
her love is the essence of life’
A Mystery Called Life
Reality is the accumulation of mysteries;
each one; a small part of the whole;
new civilizations; becoming histories;
a mystery, called life, is the soul.
Life is the creation of consciousness;
flowing from the Master’s thought;
perfection requires our righteousness;
in becoming what our Lord
The Ethereal Connection
Our physical life is lived as an illusion;
caused by man’s willful rejection;
creating reality; born out of confusion;
faith is the ethereal connection.
Reality exists devoid of space, or time;
thoughts determine what we feel.
from a material world; into the sublime;
it’s a
The Strong Willed Child
Many children are strong willed and independent;
sometimes they seem to have gone wild;
some parents consider them almost transcendent;
others call them a strong willed child.
They are ones who do more than just get along;
often exceeding expected boundaries;
most observers would consider them
The Reruns Of Life
Memories are movies, we’ve seen before;
that we choose to see, once again;
to dreams of our past; we’ve an open door;
curiosity, leads us, to come in.
Why be so entranced by movies we've seen;
that we want to see them once more;
The Second Childhood
There’s nothing like the world; when young;
the world, itself, seems young and new;
out of emptiness; a new reality has become;
its images slowly become in view.
Both birth and death are seasonal transitions;
involving the soul’s ebb and flow;
acting as tho they
