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Thoughts On Reality

Thoughts On Reality

Consciousness is a bizarre form of being;
it doesn’t reside within the brain;
it’s a realm of thought; from the unseen;
it’s sort of reality’s window pane.

With it; our visions reach far and wide;
by taking in illusions of light;
thinking we’

I Still Love You

I Still Love You

I awakened, with love on my mind;
feeling depressed, and lonely;
all thoughts of yesterday; left behind;
now, that I’m old and homely.

My age and appearance affects my attitude;
my heart remains hidden, within;
perhaps, I should extend myself more latitude,
to allow a

The Four Chambers Of Love

The Four Chambers Of Love

The physical world is a picture of reality;
an illusion of the kingdom above;
all; connected by a sense of mutuality;
bonded together by love.

The heart is the image of connection;
the parts becoming the whole;
hate is the expression of rejection;
love is

When Life Ends

When Life Ends

What happens when this life ends;
does consciousness disappear;
when life’s final curtain descends;
does, yet, another; draw near?

Life isn’t an eternal, physical being;
but an energy that ebbs and flows;
a consciousness; from a realm, unseen;
God’s love, assuring; that it grows.

An Accomplished Man

An Accomplished Man

If I had finished; all I’d begun;
I’d be an accomplished man;
faithful, until the setting sun;
doing, whatever I can.

If only I’d done; all I’d planned;
I’d helped others; along the way;
tomorrow’d be at my command;
each day

Incomprehensible

Incomprehensible

This wondrous creation; referred to as life;
we’ve come to regard as indispensable;
where, man and woman are husband and wife;
it all has become incomprehensible.

It began, as a world of impossible dreams;
generated from the Master’s mind;
the ebb and flow of conflicting extremes;
is

The Cloud Of Corruption

The Cloud Of Corruption

Life is a slowly evolving mystery;
whose future is often unclear;
in time; becoming past history;
clarity becoming austere.

Life; a picture the Master painted;
slowly coming into view;
often, demonic; rarely, sainted;
love becoming its glue.

Life is a constantly evolving story;
involving periods of

The Lonely Soul

The Lonely Soul

I’m the period, at the end of a sentence;
the wallpaper; gone out of style;
my whole life is a study in repentance;
an honest fool; alive for a while.

I’m lonely and quiet; devoid of purpose;
an introvert, extraordinaire;
my feelings, hidden; neath the

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